Best Scribbles Poems

[Verse 1]
I’ve got scribbles on my mind
Whispers dancing out of time
Random echoes on the breeze
You and blue, it’s poetry
A penny buys a mystery
A kiss might solve the rest
Can sapphire come from two
Or just from hearts undressed?

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Raindrops like fingers fall
You flush, I feel it all
Silky shadows...

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I write upon mountains from whence I view the sea
soothed by the rhythmic motion of the tide
my muse goes into overdrive
Soon my pretty notebook
is bursting with simple scribbles and rambling lines
as I watch a heron stalking its prey

I’ve a picnic to eat as I go...

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Scribbles 
Just scribbles
In my mind
    Roaming
	Dancing
                   Prancing
     Romancing
Waiting to be let loose
For you to approve
Take the key and open me
Open...

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Valentine's Day recalls smirks and giggles
when Cupid's arrow struck lovers in love.
And store-bought cards filled with sweetheart scribbles
bordered by hearts and cherubs from above.

In my youth, we'd all decorate a box,
with a slot cut in the top of each lid.
And sealed tight with imaginative locks
that...

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Anacreontic Verse, for Edward Ebbs's Contest 
Written January 16, 2016

   I red of your blue
             in strange yellow ink
     While viewing your lips
    ...

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Some people say he scribbles when
they see that boy draw.
But once I took a closer look;
this is what I saw.

I saw imagination in
every shape he drew.
Where loopy circles interlocked,
he had colored blue.

Stick figures walked across his page,
but at a second glance,
I noticed one or two...

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My scribbles scrammbled on a tatty bit of paper
I vomit ideas
           Before they vapour 
They appear inedible mountains of mess
     I churn and turn the illegible scribbles to words that truly...

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Erotic as an ape —Karl Shapiro

I am not an ape
I am simply a ghost
I am not erotic
I am simply a ghost
Once I kissed Meenie
I love Meenie Okay
But I am not erotic
I am simply a ghost
-Sullivano...

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As deities undress 
Sidesaddle the monk
Who’s utterly confused
To see atrocities wax
A sculpting bulldozing 
Branding a blueprint 
Spewed unto man
Irrigating sewage 
Leaking in shoes
Stomping out dogma 
In spangled shawls 
Confetti balloons fall
As subjectivity subjects 
Each a unique nook 
To harbor opinions
Cultivating folly trees 
Aiding sleeps process...

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CJ scrawls out
his initials
saying in black ink
this is his turf.

I dare not step
on the 4-letter word
engraved in stone
lest it ruin my day.

Some sweet child of God
writes, "GOD IS GOOD"
all over the park
in pink chalk.

Lovers carve
their lettered kisses
into hearts
set in stone
that make me smile;
love is such
a...

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Assailed and held prisoner in my bedroom, I fret
Wondering why mad blood seized my head
Inserting an undue threat
Concealed in the seal of the thread

Running through a bevy of thoughts
Silly at best, folly at worst
Waltzing in my bliss boats in tail coats
As thoughts tumble and fumble...

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I was gonna
 write a poem
To give thanks
 and praise you Lord,

Soon to learn
 my rhymes were crippled 
With no power 
were my words,

So I beg you;
heal my weakness!
Take the darkness
From my soul,

Asking patience 
And forgiveness
‘cause you know-
I’ll scribble more! 
...

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Dry eyes open at counter gambling a quarter at a time, looking up to see beauty out of corner smiling. She says hi, iced up stunned could fathom flight. Sigh slightly, love little known ‘bout her yet inquire as intriguing be. Just nearby cause heartbeat...

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I still dream of you as though it was only yesterday
As if I listen closely enough I might just hear the sounds of our laughter 
I remember the love we once had for each other
but can not remember where we lost it...

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As The Note-Taking Girl scribbles
And absentmindedly quibbles 
Her fingers are animated wriggles
Churning out eccentric squiggles:
Letters of Ever Clumsy Angles,
One like a creeper that tangles,
As many like threads in singles, 
Wherefore her teacher openly wrangles 
And after explosion stiffly dangles
Before her the option of A Street...

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