Blotting Paper Poems - Poems about Blotting Paper

...Look at the clouds in the sky above Puffy, vaporous, fluffy stuff, Ephemeral, illusionary, ever-changing A moving mass, reshaping before our eyes. Billowing blotches spreading like ink on blotti......

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...In the quietness of dusk, when shadows stretch long over the fields of memory, Memories rise like reflected ghosts, wandering through the labyrinth of thoughts, Taking me back to the times of child......

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...Come.. fly with me beyond,beyond imagination Capture.. emotion's aurora from the firmanent Watch.. images descend ......

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... Back then, backyards were big enough to nurture a growing soul and provide a space for the earth to play out its seasons in full rehearsal. There were wide tracks of grass, trees to climb......

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...R is for RETROSPECTIVE A poem is never merely still born, it has its creator's eyes,ears and nose Yet,unique it lives  a life of its own independent,well able to stand alone On others it can,i......

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...A POETS PROGRESS Through a personal lens I think,then write Perspective's gaze alters,from night to night, As blotting paper,absorbs impressions Of poetry's learned and unlearned lessons; my ant......

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...As I wend my way around curving roads up high into the mountains I finally arrive at the Eight Gables Inn. I wonder what it is that drives me here! Perhaps I have developed wings and flew across......

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...My love when you leave When you walk away It's my moon vanishing It's my sun disappearing I do not eat And your delicious food sleeps under the covers I drink hard at night, very late Like a b......

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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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...When fever rises to 109, the gravity is lost: I cling to sheets to hold the bed’s horizon but my spine tends to a weightlessness. The fever heats the protein till the folding point and, they say, it’......

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...Reminiscing a Future Taste of my Teddy bear suckling comfort Cool button in his ear on my tongue Sound of silence of parachute’s silk The nothingness o......

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...re-post inspired by Brenda's contest Through a personal lens I think,then write Perspective's gaze alters,from night to night, As blotting paper,absorbs impressions Of poetry's learned and unle......

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...The Slide Ruler As regulations rule this world from outside in and my time slowly seeps away on this planet’s realm I gaze in awe at that once modern instrument of calculation t......

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...Embrace the new technologies, acquiring knowledge as your goal, in the realm of search and seizure feed your mind, refresh your soul. Social Media and bloggers, irritants in cyber space ......

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...POEMS THAT MAKE NO SENSE—2 their flesh bears no scars only coldness forgotten and bizarre never pealing layers of bleeding hearts no strings attached just beings from odd spaceplac......

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