In Writing(P) Poems - Poems about In Writing(P)

s t r a y leaves rest upon aged train tracks of yesteryear~ l o s t to time's...

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There was a chill in the air that night, as the taste of spun cotton candy and stale popcorn floated through the breeze. Lifeless clouds hung in the sky, moving swiftly past an ever-broken moon. Remnants of rain clung to weeping blades of grass, as a shattered heart cracked under a ribcage in disbelief. The...

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I look upon these silhouettes; of night trees Dark delineation is the monster who comforts me As my haunting sorrows swayed in the breeze I warned them of being wracked with disease On a calm night when they're still Words of rage make me think I have skill Shaking hands chop against their will And when my mind has had its...

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snow d u s ...

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Turn the page, my love By Michelle Morris 26/07/2025 Turn the page, my love Turn the page It's time to change your story It's time for a new space You can pick the main theme You can choose the main characters You hold the power in your hands You hold the magic in your soul You were not meant to...

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The Ferris wheel, a spoked and sputtering crown, Pinned back the velvet dark. We paid our fee In crumpled bills, bought passage to the town Where gravity forgot to work its shift for me. Neon stuttered sermons: "Try Your Luck!" "See Freaks! Win Love!" The calliope’s thick breath, A sticky-sweet confection, made us drunk On promises spun sugar-brittle, sweet as death. We traded...

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I am thirty minutes early to my doctor’s appointment a yearly welfare check to see if I am suicidal or whatever Employees arrive along with me, carrying things here and there Setting up their work stations for the day Putting toilet paper in the bathrooms Reminds me of a frenzied hill of frazzled ants I keep my head down, writing feverishly...

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The moon speaks in phases the sun a voice of lasers every cloud a picture story -- write me a day, and I’ll paint you a Starry Night....

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"Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise, the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!" When I am hit by this cute cupid's arrow, I find myself writing about love and romance. I will never fight it, I must enjoy this feeling and write on. When cupid's arrow aims for...

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Poetry often feels like paper-cuts, your emotions will sting with each letter. A belief writing will help you get numb, at times that is not how this process goes. You have to bleed out the happy and sad, with each cathartic word you are centered. Pulsating feelings now clear and centered, still you are left with painful paper-cuts. All you want is to...

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Let yourself be tempted, You who have sorrow, You who sings out of tune, Let yourself be tempted You who sleep so badly, Among the ghosts, Let yourself be tempted By my Monbazillac, Let yourself be tempted By the sweet taste, By the soft color, Let yourself be tempted By the subtle intoxication, By the proud grape variety, Let yourself be tempted By the Monbazillac, Let yourself be tempted, If love disappointed...

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Some of you folks think Gershon has quite an imagination While he doesn’t deny it, he doesn’t recommend you try it ~ Writing poems to ease his constipation ...

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It meets my eyes, a vacant stare. In nakedness, it seems so bare. What more of life is there to write? Sunsets, dawn or the lovers' plight? Plethora of words prance and tease, seduce my heart, but give no ease, instead run wild, like weeds untamed- they have no form, no home or name. Blank...

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rol l e r coas ...

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Not between heaven and earth, but between “yes” and “why.” Not in the mouths of philosophers, but in the wounds of those who had no time to read. Doubt is a woman with bound hands who waits for me night after night to say I no longer love her. But I come, and keep silent, and lie down beside her like beside a mother who...

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