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Blotters Poems - Poems about Blotters


Premium Membera brief history of writing

...I once ordered my pencil
“Write me a poem”
My eraser is missing
And I’m all alone

The pencils were kept 
in a box made of leather
a major step up
from the days of the feather

then came th...
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Categories: blotters, fun, humor, writing,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberThe Poet Who Almost Was

...the life of a nearby poet was almost
lost in translation had it not been for
a probability of emoji ridden skirmish
in a late bank holiday spring. no-one
could imagine, upon crumbling desks
and ...
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Categories: blotters, poetess, poets, writing,
Form: Narrative



The Ink Cycle

...Ink, the black water,
The necessity for life
Purified by blotters
Contained in clouds in rife

Ink!

Yes, the purest of hydration!
...But what if conflagration
Attempts its dissipation,

T...
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Categories: blotters, analogy, corruption, fire, water,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member3121 CE - the Wrapes of Grath

...The wrapes of Grath adorn the path that slammer klingks had tread
when turning spades in everglades to flosticate the dead.
Along the way the snorbels bay at freebled sprutelned
that boogeymen had...
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Categories: blotters, humanity, peace, society,
Form: Rhyme

The Magic Mushroom

...Fungi, fungus, funguses thousand fold,
eukaryotic life kingdom of yeast and mold.

Ancient legends and myths from many times,
beginnings and ends through mulching slimes.

Egyptians sensed the ...
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Categories: blotters, 12th grade, metaphor, mystery,
Form: Ballade



Premium MemberPoets Pen

...Flower gardens glow in natures grasp
as ink flows to pen
setting free emotions
happiness or disrepair

There will also be the brute
wearing robes of biblical sheep
Fooling not the serene, wisd...
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Categories: blotters, abuse, art, hope, integrity,
Form: Quatrain

Premium MemberI Look So Small From Up Here

...fame,
you *****
it was you who taunted us
we walked
on razor sharp blades
of grass
gras
p
ed
at straws
covered in white dust 
inside
on the surface

on the surface
we used the word art...
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Categories: blotters, identity, introspection, life, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things