Drafts Poems - Poems about Drafts

...i can write it all down. every syllable, i never got to say. on paper, i’m fluent, maybe even eloquent. but in the room, my tongue turns against me. my throat locks like a vault. i’ve rehe......

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...She said, "Your love lives on pages" Not in real-time, not in life stages Every kiss was a line you rehearsed Needed your heart, not merely a verse I gave her metaphors for fire She just wante......

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...You’ve gone, and that’s the truth The picture of disaster And like a spider on the loose Who’s no more a web master I flounder in the drafts of past Attempting to get out There’s no well-trodd......

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...My wounded heart drinks deep from the rotting gut of misery, Humanity vomits its relics onto the oozing tiles of the real. I see kids chewing syringes like candy canes, Their innocence smashed, fa......

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...I crafted words at midnight, perfect in their form, Emotions spilled like rainfall before the coming storm. My fingers hovered trembling above the final key, These truths too raw, too honest for y......

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...You can't deny You can't deny I'm looking pretty fly, ain't I? And uhm... since I'm so fly I'll bring you some plane truth Open your eyes it's the season of the witch There's witch hunting......

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...Brains and guts orbit the soul— that polar star searing in the marrow of being. I was born somewhere between Einstein’s neurons Ginsburg beat poetry, the birth of rock and roll, revolution march......

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...It all started with a project, Though it wasn’t really mine to begin. I thought I’d play a minor part, Yet there I was, roped in—entangled within. One task led to a series, Replaceable once, b......

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...With my thinking cap on sometimes too tight restricting thoughts or words to write. Inside my head a jumbled mess frustration reins I must confess. The words must rhyme or maybe not a s......

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...There’s an old joke, “Procrastinate now, because the sooner you fall behind, the longer you’ll have to catch up.” Ha ha. While a lot of students around here, even the good ones, are ......

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...I s t r e t c h my arms, caressing collapsed dreams, l o s t within the debris of darkness, rising from the volcanic vortex, drifting with scorching fragments resembling a love turned ......

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...Sunday cockcrow nascent promulgate aural essays reveal, laissez-faire luscious lustrous buoyant raptures, radio behemoth prompt to that untamed erudite fantasist, me the one possessing rippled ra......

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... Shall I be the bearer of forgiveness When inertia steals precious moments? Pen and patience bleed dry on ink As your absence deprives me From feeding a muse' s hunger. Verses silenc......

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...I’ve lost my heart among the woods, Where now it flutters in the drafts And moves about close secrets kept Within the floras’ whispered breath. I know because there glimpses break Between the ......

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...In lacquered boxes, six feet down, Rest whispers of the unbought crown - The paintings left in mental drafts, The kindness stored away in crafts. Between the satin folds they place The morning......

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