Blots Poems - Poems about Blots

In the foreground of a dream, you stood before me, confessing your singular misstep. Behind you, were two images. As only my subconscious mind could decipher, then conveyed to me. Only the words lingered. They toppled down from your careless mouth, falling towards the ground beneath your unsteady gait, as you paced to and fro; much like...

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He really should use a ballpoint pen ink blots are hard to remove, and they can mask our reality. The blots form mysteriously shaped smears and smudges that conceal rather than reveal. We who avidly read His works are apt to badly misinterpret. He should have learned to type, or at least used a computer, but no and now all we have are these mysterious word-puzzles many of which are...

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Dabs of paint Blots of ink Challenging the world To think Reflect on texture Tint and style Acceptance, truth Or full denial Metaphoric words That pierce Trembling minds Of those thought fierce Subtle hints Of bravery Hidden in Dark knavery Blots of ink Dabs of paint Shades of what it is And ain’t For in the dab And in the blot Artistic battles Need be fought John G. Lawless ©6/18/2023...

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Blacks and blues, a cruel kindness, A paradox that leaves us blindless Words that wound but also heal A mix of pain and love we feel. Ink blots spill onto the page, A canvas of our inner rage, Delight and sorrow are intertwined. A reflection of the human mind. Each stroke is a story to be told. Secrets are hidden yet unfold In the ink,...

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deliberate stains accidents awaiting- to happen...

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I recall the old school desks, Ink for fountain pens a pesk, Ink wells with lots of blots, Blotting paper smudged the lot, There was ink on all our hands, Ink monitors in history's land!...

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Stare eternal blank Burn pages to midnight black Ink blots form me ...

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