Best Scribble Poems
'A scrawl of apology, penned with all the remorse a six year old can muster, will melt even a tyrant's heart.'
Date Sept12 ,2016
Name of contest
One quote any quote you want to create old or new
I Scribble It In My Heart
When I said I love you;
I write it on a leaf of paper,
Folded beautifully, scented.
It may just be burned, thrown away
Still, a copy remains within me.
I clicked the letters for the words to stay;
Right in front of me, my poetry,
All my unspoken words, all my dreams'
Neither for the eyes of the world to read,
Nor for the world to know;
But, for my heart to say every word for you
I write it in the sand;
To let the sunshine kiss on early dawn.
Before the clouds drop rain of tears;
Let the moon and the stars touch at night.
Before the teasing waves washed away my words;
And bury it under the sea as if it was never told.
On a leaf of paper, my love is written, maybe thrown away,
My hard disk may collapse and gone my poetry,
The waves may wash away my words in the sand,
Someday, with the journey of life, I will depart
My love remains, for I scribble it in my heart.
A Nonsensical Scribble
Vivid colours,
straining, yearning,
closeted between hues,
weaving tapestries,
flowing through shades,
dissolving my swirling blues.
Rainbows merge,
singing plaintive dirges,
etched on dusty rough sleeves
urgent scribbles,
humming notes of woe,
hurriedly embossed on fallen leaves.
Melodies quicken,
words entombed in mouths,
fading, trapped in emerald green,
seizing dreamscapes,
blurring glimpses of truth,
slipping between visions unseen.
My heartbeat gallops,
committing ink to paper,
donning a smile blatantly comical,
I catch myself napping,
stirred by a nagging realisation,
the scribbles, much like the scribbler,
seem to be, quite humourlessly nonsensical.
Fueled by
a schizoid frenzy
in an
angers intensity
and
loves acidity
Sparked by
a passions blazing
in an
array of crayons
and
blank faced canvas
Ignited by
a lovers raging
in an
unleashing of scribbling
and
vivid colors releasing
Fired by
a wild appeasing
in an
mind blowing flow
and
caught up in throws
Cooled by
an abstract messiness
in an
anger well spent
and
into the closet
This Scribbled Face Went!
Hello empty space
It's time to chase my old phase
Muted by the happiness, sealed behind its shadow
My mind overcome my hand, speechless within row to row
The view of dismantled smoke
The sound of soul's strokes
Caressing my very morning
Tempting every silence which almost abating
Chewing inspiration which almost dried
Try to find my old stride
Jelous to see the rich mind
But crawl from the bottom, I take my own sign
Now say hello to the new lines
The alter bridge of my confines
Today still I write in dimly lit
But this time I choose for not hiding it
Standing above it all
You have to see yourself in new skin
In order to really float
You have to shed the entire past
Don’t worry about what to keep
Your heart is storing things
You don’t have to try when you are glowing.
a 2:00 AM scribble...
'twas but a lifetime ago
when she floated as if in a dream
when the whistling winds
called out her name
while the truth was revealed
of her love supreme
she walked into the barren landscape of my world
and carved-up an exclusive place
excising the pain as the standard of love fluttered in the breeze once it was unfurled
she walked into the solitary vacuum of a heart rendered mute
instilling in that heart a passion that became impossible to refute
a passion blazing with renewed belief
with solitude consigned to the shadows
and despair shunned into the night like an scurrying thief
her touch was gentle, her manner warm and light
her love an endless sea of possibility
washing up against the shores of my moonless night
and when that burst of colour came through
like a dozen rainbows in the monsoon twilight
her face like a revelation shone
as I silently, in awe, gazed at that miraculous sight
and though a lifetime ago it seems
she regularly dances between the cotton-wool clouds of my dreams
and she infuses my each and evey moment with a love so strong
that effortlessly soothes me knowing that I belong
in the haven of her warm embrace
as I gaze lovingly
at her wondrous face
and into those eyes that pull me closer into the ocean of desire
while my spirit soars up into the heavens, ever so higher
it takes but a moment with her to know
that these feelings shall prevail
for they diminish not, as they continually grow
spawning a paradisical garden of emotion and love
and being entwined in her arms seems like a gift from above
for here is where I always hope to be
anchored safely by her side, and not adrift in the emptiness of the vast lonesome sea
so allow me to thank thee
for the lifeline you cast as I lay drowning in thought
and for being the treasure trove of love that I have always sought
so stay well, sweet one
and remember me once or twice in a moon of blue
and know forever that these scribbled words
are deeply felt and forever shall be, eternally true...
Walk with me,
in this lonely world,
where hearts are casually broken,
and kind words rarely spoken.
Take my hand,
on this highway of brittle glass,
where love is traded like blue-chip shares,
and bank-balances are coveted as priceless wares.
Smile with me,
as we walk hand in hand,
as the ocean tickles our toes on the cool beach sand.
Smile with me,
and I shall smile too,
we may not have much,
but you will have all of me,
and I will have all of you.
I scribble, scrabble, scratch and scrawl
Squiggly words on walls down the hall
I am a scribe, and I must write
Sentences flowing out of sight
Some people might not be able to comprehend
My ideas are pushing and prodding me to begin
I have a pencil or pen in my hand every day.
Almost every moment is grand, writing is play.
Forward backward
upside down
Downside up
all around
Yowser bowser
holy moly
Yipes-stripes
guacamole
Inside out
outside in
Pluto, Goofy
Rin tin tin
Al-a-ca-poodle
noodle-doodle
Apple strudel
kit and caboodle
Scribble scrabble
wiggle waggle
Diddle daddle
piddle paddle
Rodger dodger
over-and-out
Happy New Year
Give it a shout
5/28/17
I'm not trying to be offensive
Think about what is the most effective
Towards reaching the objective
To put things in perspective
Before and after events that were festive
Yet another riddle
For you I could scribble
Hitting home with the impact of a missile
Above buried and unearthed quartz crystals
The temperature at a sizzle
The weather at a drizzle
Meanwhile the wind rushes and whistles
Waters rushing by or down to a trickle
Don't dwindle and be so fickle
Just because you feel like the monkey in the middle
Caught in a pickle
With no room to wriggle
Realize it won't be all that simple
So take it step by step, continuing to chisel
It'll have an effect little by little
Quit thinking and saying it's all bogus
Focus, take heed and notice
At any given moments
Among molecules and other components
I can't speak natural hankering affectivity,
Otherwise a pen begins writing out my encumbered mind,
Scribbling uncontrollably; it flows like lava from a volcano,
A scorching of withheld expressions, yet these pages are bandages for healing.
A metaphoric hug cuddling curious eyes,
Pasted along by their word of mouth,
Caught with ears which are intrigued,
My unorthodox escape to mental satisfaction.
The poetic brainpower to a emotional rollercoaster,
Will they last?
Will they fade?
Is this destiny?
Lockers slam, a metal roar,
Then quiet falls, books hit the floor.
No tests today, no homework sighs,
Just whispering leaves and butterfly skies.
Sunlight paints the desks with stripes,
As whispers bloom like dandelion pipes.
Chairs tilt back, imaginations take flight,
Through emerald jungles, bathed in sun's pure light.
Pencils scribble, tales unfurl,
Of talking beasts and dragons in a whirl.
Volcanoes erupt, castles rise so high,
On paper dreams take wing and touch the sky.
Chalkboard roars transform to waves,
Crashing loud in coral caves.
Pencils dive, dolphins in the blue,
Hunting words, a hidden clue.
Laughter echoes, vines of green,
Connecting hearts, a joyful scene.
No grades or stars, just stories spun,
Weaving magic, one by one.
This hour's jungle, wild and free,
Where minds explore, eternally.
A classroom bloom, vibrant and bright,
Where lessons blossom, bathed in sun's pure light.
So let the whispers turn to roars,
In this jungle where imagination soars.
For seventh grade's a wild, untamed land,
Where dreams take root and stories expand.
Say this fast ten times:
SCRIBBLE STRUDEL SCRABBLE SCRIBBLE STRUDEL
January 02, 2021
Tongue Twister Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joe Sandler
Be true to your dreams, Dear ol' friend
And all will be worth repeating in history.
Love takes on so many shapes, and only
The truth will shine in the end.
I give you my heart,
My soul, and my essence. For you are the
Only spirit I need.
Run with the light, and the beating heart, and
Eternally she will give what you need