Handwritten Poems - Poems about Handwritten

... A long reach of in-coming tide laid it gently at my bare feet - a green, corked wine bottle. I could see a note within it still, curious, I took it home. That evening, by the ligh......Read the rest...

... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......Read the rest...

...Most women have grown tired of just being women, Weary of always being the flowers of unending seasons, awaiting to be plucked And placed in vases for gazes that never feel their roots; They, the ......Read the rest...

...Ambered hues in faded frames, a bygone era's smile, Bakelite whispers of forgotten songs, on a crackling vinyl isle. Daguerreotypes, ghosts of laughter, dance in sepia light, Embers of a childhood......Read the rest...

...She stood at the window all day watching the children at play, she never leaves that room she stands there morning, night and noon, and the only time she leaves that place is when she wants to use th......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ blank page barren canvas hear me now tell me of your journey. on this night like a spark that ignites the flame give me that first word that begins that first ......Read the rest...

...Let’s rhyme as if we can and could uncaught poet's schnook traced and pushed. Writing rhymes words fluent posed well N, good Poet on the end of each sentence a hood and crook mellow laden ......Read the rest...

... Childhood can be a connotation of cacophonous tunes, where the sweetest sins hide pain behind a smile. We all have a story to tell, but not all are born to narrate. The ......Read the rest...

... The labyrinth of love butterflies in stomach First touch hand in hand spiral bound pages ready for scribbling handwritten page by page throughout ......Read the rest...

...Whatsoever society's expectations of me, myself and I and my predestination of what may be spoken damaging my, handwritten on one's wall as regards to My character and intentions are depicted ......Read the rest...

...I never wanted to be Those people single at 30. I feared resemblance of the tv shows and movies. I dreamed of being One of the lucky ones. Meet in our 20s, Fall in love And find out I’......Read the rest...

...On this day 40 years ago in 1978 my mother, Jacqueline Anne Trestrail, left this world after a relatively short battle with cancer - she was 46. Jimmy Carter was President and Annie Hall won best......Read the rest...

...L’amour est la poésie des sens -Honoré de Balzac Translation: Love is the poetry of the senses. At dawn, I look through the window at the cerulean sky…enjoy a few moments of perfect Tranquili......Read the rest...

...Little princess charming, We are still trying in Baha'i faith To fit you in Somewhere, somehow, in a legacy Where a chest of drawer of an Airbnb Will see on a true pious Friday, What oracles ar......Read the rest...

...I know that I’m not dead, but I might as well be, I live in an altered reality where I’m still the me I used to be Here I sit beside of me talking to myself, asking the same old questions that we bo......Read the rest...