Best Scribble Poems

When edges are shapely,
               as curves match the form in a perfect- yet ( imperfect way )
        of course they do, as everything certainly...

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'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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Forward backward
          upside down
        Downside up
          all around

        Yowser bowser
   ...

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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...

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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...

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Little Ben picked up an ink pen,
To write a letter to his father,
Sat at his little table and chair,
In his mother’s bedroom up stair!

He started with salutation ‘Hi’!
Which at writing was his first,first try,
He followed it up with list of toys,
cars and trains and such...

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