Blotted Poems - Poems about Blotted

...Turning over in a ruffled bed, stark red numbers sear 4 a.m. into bloodshot corneas. Nothing but darkness creeps through threadbare curtains, frozen in place. A desolate silence becomes deafen......

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...Glib rhetoric concerned with striking independence may seem frivolous, nuanced rational quite often a typical traumatic casualty, the once interminable interdependent passionate zeal disintegratin......

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...Though the sun had begun bleeding in the West With an explorer’s gait, I walked jumping over gutters My track, flanked with knee high grass and nettles Also, wild bushes of all kinds that grew in ......

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...And when the shadow of a large boot blotted out the sun I then knew my final day of reckoning was done Now that I am on the other side Free from pain and hurt I now reside......

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..."The buds on my pear tree will become florets this day, prettily unfurled a creamy white." by poet On leaves of green streams down the gold of a radiant April dawn, and blotted out......

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...Cold is the tittering of befitted feet Cold is the meagre meanders of falling fractals Cold is the twinge of bitter blues upon reeling retreats Cold is the roiling retch of frostbitten flesh Col......

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...What can wash away my sin, Nothing but the blood of Jesus I’m a product of perfection yet this love written in red doesn’t always feel free I have never felt worthy, only dirty, so I wear shame......

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...The days are running in front of my and the music is vibrating inside me, daylight is shining in my face and the some things are still out of place; my heart is nowhere to the found and the morning h......

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...The calendar date, red-inked into alpine white vellum: a blood-letting, a quilled line. Old ducks [politically incorrect] featherless, waddling like myself, fall neatly into line. "It is time......

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...On a beautiful afternoon, crisp and sunny, I set out on a trek to the nearby woods. Except my camera, intentionally picked up, I hadn’t carried with me any other goods. All along, I saw wild flowers ......

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...Blotted blue and green Flying ‘round sunflower’s pot Looking place to blotch......

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...KECKSOGRAPHY ink blots Doctor/poet Justinus Kerner when his eyes began to blur Accidentally began an art form nouveau* as the inked quill blotted his flow......

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... For Sotto Poet's E Words Contest 17 June 24 ----------------- "Enthusiasm is nothing more or less than faith in action" -- Henry Chester I cling to reveries of youth, the tender sentime......

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... In my youth's frolic at King Lear and Pi all my daze was a Shakespearean tale. Not algebra, not prose did edify yet test and limits we pass lest we fail. To learn and open closed minds ......

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...When the sable ink flirted with the quill How my muse blushed and blotted with a thrill Upon parchment that submitted at will To the words that began to overspill...

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