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Categories: blot out, art,
Form: Footle

Ink Well

A poet was trying to think
When her cat tipped over the ink
As she tried to blot
Each puddle and dot
She discovered the missing link

Categories: blot out, psychological,
Form: Limerick

Blot Out His Name

Pure evil appeared in that Uvalde, Texas classroom
Dressed in the blue jeans of a typical teenager,
Or was the AK-15 the evil that brought such doom
On either, I suppose, a rational person might wager.

Dressed in the blue jeans of a typical teenager
A mere boy influenced, perhaps, by a video game
On either, I suppose, a rational person

Categories: blot out, anti bullying, child abuse,
Form: Pantoum

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Child Marriage An Evil Blot

She was born with many dreams In a colorful world
  Which was darkly screwed
 She was growing with all hers desires 
 To enjoy the childhood with friends  And to study with heart in school of dream
 But her life seemed to be moving in some other direction
 She thought of wearing school

Categories: blot out, betrayal, child abuse, community,
Form: Free verse

Speaking With Your Ink Not a Blot

The mind indeed is a wondrous thing
it has so much fully retained within
therefrom schooling years to old age
but no matter what it's tainted with sin

Only God can deal with such a state
His judgement alone will have its day
to escape this plight requires a sacrifice
only Jesus can be this perfect offering today

Ink that flows so sweetly

Categories: blot out, muse, voice, writing,
Form: Rhyme

The Blot

His ribcage rushed to fill a new birthed space.
The night had been a barrel of dark dreams,
yet despite this other demanding cosmos of himself,
the daylight brought hope.

Riding unhindered by personal perspective
he relaxed as the bus took him
to a world where lovers
wrote themselves into a fantasy
that bloomed into existence once imagined.
 
Marveling as one silent, yet

Categories: blot out, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Blot Out My Transgressions and Iniquities-

Blot out my Transgressions and Iniquities a 
Song of David Prophet Nathan appeals to King David~


From Anthology "SENT UP"

Categories: blot out, analogy, appreciation, forgiveness, jesus,
Form: Lyric

A Blot On the Copybook

To Blot one's Copybook
A phrase that is now outdated
Then people used pen and ink to scribe
So words could be translated
In bygone days work was performed
With care and deliberation
To blot one's copybook
Was cause for consternation
It took your pride away
When you took a worried look

All you saw was the blot
That jumped out of the page
The longer you

Categories: blot out, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme

Blot To Me

bitterly flattered   soul cut and pasted





12.26.2019

For Bobby May's
A Thief Who Steals Your Thoughts Poetry Contest

Categories: blot out, abuse, how i feel,
Form: Monoku

My Ink Blot Flew Away

Antique fountain pens, I love;
magic wands of the finest make.
I love to collect and repair these 
treasures, for my own creative
fantasies...

For my poetry, oh, how they bleed;
my sketch books are filled with
expressive zest;
essence of my imagination,
dreamscapes conjured during 
REM moments.

Not all of my little dots and blots,
are contained in sketchbooks and journals;
sadly, some have escaped.

One

Categories: blot out, appreciation, art, imagery, imagination,
Form: Prose

Poem From Critique: Blot

example poem inspired by eckho scott's poem in the high critique forum which may be read here: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/forum/topic7487-critique-please.aspx?MessageID=14459#post14459



She leaned into the mirror
cleaning her mascara.
Thick red lipstick, she painted her lips
practicing
and repracticing the smile
that hid the pain.
Careful,
she cleaned the red from her teeth,
so no one could see her rage.
She blotted
everything bleeding
into the tissue,
a stain thrown into

Categories: blot out, anger, angst,
Form: I do not know?

Ink Blot Sermon

Wandering dreamer,
saintly sinner,
intoxicating lover.
Take me the shore
push me beneath the waves,
baptize me
resurrect me
with sadistic pleasure.

Bring me closer 
with your left hand
While I beg you to,
bless me the right.
But that hand;
remains forever still.

Blasphemous pastor,
drunken teacher,
righteous thief,
nephilim wordsmith.
weight me to the earth 
with your dark gospel,
singing your sermon to the
flock of wolves; 
as the rapture fills the

Categories: blot out, conflict, confusion, corruption, dark,
Form: I do not know?

The Ink Blot

The ink blot can BLINK 
Hurrah! TODAY I think

Now a SPLOTCH is in the sink
With water I did not drink

If I spot this BLOTCH I'll scream
Bringing a crowd to this scene

Calming them all with CREAM
BUT this shock may never be 
If I can wash it away with 
Aqueous fluid indeed it will

Spill into the drain

Categories: blot out, happy, water,
Form: Rhyme