Best Scrolls Poems

Poems from old and yellowed
Chinese scrolls make me sad,
make me sad: stored in shiny,
lacquered boxes of perfumed teak,
they crumble when unrolled.
And the hands that must have written
Chinese thoughts upon the rolls:
little, leathern, patient hands,
painting poems -- stroke and stroke
and careful, delicate stroke --
stopping, meanwhile, to...

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I will not read another one
These words that have my heart undone
Each message makes my heart to bleed
Another one, I will not read

The love you swore would prove untrue
Yet heart and soul I gave to you
An untold pain, my heart, it bore
Would prove untrue, the...

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Like small waves in the ocean, the
curtains blow back from a breeze so tender...
Through my soul silent whispers travel 
and are placed where they slowly surrender...
Behind my eyes the small echo of chimes
dance to a moving sound...
And my hand starts to glide across a slippery
page...

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As the sands of time pour through the glass
Trials will come and they will pass

As these trials come and go
It can be hard for love to grow

Often at night I close my eyes
And fight the tears I want to cry

Is it not true that through...

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Dark thoughts twitching on a nightstand.
Wrinkled -bloated-bloodied.
Like an ancient boxing glove.
Powerless-broken-longshot.

A dead sea scroll- smoldering. 
In the chambers of a burned-out heart....

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sometimes I am a cigarette burning into your/my skin
sometimes I am a corpse rotting into your/my dark
sometimes I am invisible

often this is a noiseless void
often this a soundless numbing
often I am wrong...

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Turning this blank verse kaleidoscope towards

The ageless mountaintops....

Sealed aneath sine die scrolls amid 

Probities as brass; calliope signets

Upon the colligere pages yet to be crafted 

Afore....

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....Sirius, whom gazes from above!?






Note: Smile ~ "A Signet of 'Love,'" John!:) ~...

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[..] she looked at the monk in front of her, smiling an impish smile to what he had just
proclaimed: “you cannot touch me with your charms, lust is a sin, be gone!”. she then
fixed her gaze upon his eyes, forcing him to look straight at...

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December susurrations mingle 
in this lissome isthmus

and our wispy Vespers,
these suspired planets

gossip along misty vistas
of silvery insinuations 
and hushed hints. 

The fractured lisps 
of elusive revelations
curl in the breeze, 

a gypsy veil 

between shivering lips
in the cusp 
of our trysting breaths.

Ascending daystars converse
in this lexis...

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Psychogenic stagnant waters; proxy..
Gravitational pulls within, lucids vortex 
Power play ? Spindrifts seminal phantoms
Hovering about hallucinations now, sailing away
Atop their mystic sea a fogs blanket to cover these
Misty dreams tinseled his truth as whirlwind horizons ?
Climbing this mast and stiletto in hand an etching, your...

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As One Old, Aged Poet Scrolls His Best Verses Written

What of the night creature and its overgrown soul
Hiding away in corner of the room laughing blindly
Born in a pyramid where no master asks a damn toll
Yet the beautiful foreign princess spoke so very kindly
And the...

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you usher me
with the allure of your muse
on drafts of featherless wings
through the breadth of night's air
away in the distance of dreams

i am swept
into the depths of imagery
that bestir my imagination
and arouse my ardent desire

wrapping me
in a blanket of verse
that becalms my weary soul
as words...

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The Empty Scrolls of Time: A lament for the Unlearned
(The boy who regrets not valuing education)
~Jamuel Yaw Asare 

Kofi’s eyes once gleamed with mischief and wonder, but now they dimly reflect the what-ifs and if-onlys that haunt him. He wanders through days like a traveler...

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This feeling of control, may lead
    To power that's yet achieved.
With a corrupt history that records,
    Though many are deceived.

The administration of humanity, has
    Left its mark by a variety of scribes.
Along with numerous revisions,
 ...

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I really like pretending
Especially at night
Then I can pretend
That I lead a different life
But when I am awake
I play Elder Scrolls 5
And distraction that it brings me
Makes everything alright
I know it may sound crazy
To wish I was 2D
But if it is crazy
Crazy’s all I’ll ever...

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