Best Scribes Poems

"Poets are scribes from heaven...sent to earth to help better it one word at a time."



Aug.28.2016
One Quote - Poetry Contest
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Carved and hued In solid bed rock are locked the voices
Echoes of the ancient past, blood shavings of symbolic
Expressions, that whispers ever so softly within the desert
Winds, beneath our cryptic dons lay the tombs of pharaoh’s
Kings and Queens.
Living stone bleed’s sacred blood from the hardened...

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"Well hath Esaias prophesied of you hypocrites, as it is written" 
Yet the Pharisees were not at all shy in so being very smitten
As they had absolutely no clue as to whom had just spoke
It was our Lord and Savior and yet still nothing inside...

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Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving, gouging, and liquidating topography 
qua zee mow toe natural formed tunnel.

Digitally remastered and revised
since original version rejected, thus
writer released, ...

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O'Yes, Braver Still Are Well-Hidden Scribes

Only the empty darkness dared to taunt
for even the great hero had his wants
not for gold or any treasure at all
yet is not common for greatest heroes to fall
What about those brave that live not to see
the empty phoniness of...

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Woe unto you, 
scribes and Pharisees,
hypocrites!
Matt. 23:13


You tell men that God has changed,
that the Holy Ancient One today is not the same
Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites!
Your written and spoken words are the forger of chains
With your unrighteous pens,
you’ve swapped out the word of God,
and inserted the...

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Entrusted with divine oracles
reverberating with “Thus saith the Lord”
of wondrous historical chronicles
proclaimed as “Thy Word”...
you documented sovereign miracles
on scrolls, through frayed, cannot be vanquished by evil sword.

Hence, you are honoured with your diligence
along heavenly vision-iridescence 
to publish the Creator’s statements
not using any pen, but crude...

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...who nurtures with hope

cares with conviction

cherishes dreams 

mends lost minds

remedies surrender


relieves hemlock of time

fills broken chalices

quenches thirst for belief


he or she is a faith healer

a fathomless feather

an ink pot of stories untold

who heals with faith

nurses from doubt

restores faith to heal


narratives change

fabulations retire

to the scrap-yarn 

of...

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Mornings are made for paper and pens 
In the hands of a would-be scribe,
At each day’s awakening between sun and shade 
And silence is coming alive.

From out of the dark, the touch of a spark 
Of light on the distant shore,
This time of day has...

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Led by star,
Wise men came
to worship.

The Scribes connived;
or were they just
naive about
the secret plot

and very evil
intent of the King?
Oh, what irony!
He believed Scripture,
but used it to kill.

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P-oems
R-emain
I-n
N-iceness
C-reatively
E-xpressing
L-ovely
L-ine's
E-xcellent

E-ternal
V-alues
A-s
S-cribes
C-ontinuously
O-perate

Topic: Birthday of Princelle B. Evasco (March 02) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Though unlived ages defter poets shall bring,
And blur all rhymes woven in my barren span;
May young pupil-scribes with like relish savor
These yellowing tropes as sworn zealots can. 

Despite the flurrying crop of many sharper wits,
Let new apprentices of fine art read these lines;
And gratefully gain...

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It takes a lot of tricks to write a good poem
It's not easy to understand the theorem
The magic, the divine essence of being a Poet
These days everybody is one: the Muffet pet
And the puppet. Everybody should express
Their feelings on paper. Even if it is a...

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You blankly stated, 
On which I write my thoughts 
Some of them are strong and bold 
While others are soft and polite.

You are my canvas, 
Landing tall at ten fleeting doves
I splash colored oiled pigments
Here and there and down our halls
You can see it down...

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