Ink Poems - Poems about Ink

Pen prepares its blood with quiet intent, Flowing with words that embrace no cliche; Its spirit starts to pump the heart's content, Beginning with inner insights to say. The ink's voice shouts with neither sound nor noise, Creating calmness inside the bold mind; The soul's silent scream still seems its best choice, For the right meanings hiding there to find. Shrouded...

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I held my old pen the page cried beneath the ink a sound carved from pain....

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. fromg yourn 'hind thuh heat uv i swirl'n softly gently ...

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The ink of storms wreaks havoc on the unturned page. Pulped filaments flop face-lessly before eyes once warm, yet frigid cold. Daring not to expect much to read or write, I stare blankly from the aughts of night. Stars are but memories from books, Overshadowed by polluted distances, smudged by the burn of business bustling below in the barrel....

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as a child i often found myself participating in sadistic activities. i felt my sins rotting into my body- into my soul as-well my veins. it kept my blood pumping throughout my body that i did neglect. i protested against consuming meals as if they’d make me feel holy again, sick i was. the blood that clawed out...

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In all the books of history written with ink of blood and dried tears, There is no war that was not hatched in the shadow of palaces of power, Governments alone, like birds of prey sharpening their claws in silence, Independent of the hearts of people, for whom war is always poison. How many generations have marched on dusty...

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Black Ink part 2 Glide across the paper. Curious around the corner. Left to right. Through effort and striving. Influence. Stay focused. A velvet poem. Gothic ghost. Candles melting. Smoke rising. Another poem written. Spirits flying around. A ghost alone at the kitchen table. Alone writing a letter. A glance across the room. No sound...

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Before The Ink Runs Dry Am I A Poet? I have written #800 poems. I thought I was an artist. Creative illustrations. Creative writings. Changes passed the horizon. I can’t see everything in front of me. A new chapter moving forward. We are writers. Deep thinkers. Until the ink runs dry. Always a pen in...

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Big leap from pencil Exclamation marks Scribbles and whorls Paragraph writing Not erasable A cartoonist Writer of prose Middle school Soiled fingers Permanent Poetry Penmanship Bluish Tattoo Ink...

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A blot of ink drifts right of center. It grows, devours— Pale pages consumed by raven. I asked the low, bruised sun if my life still counts when my pen scratches a scream— but no words ever made it out. My voice chases inked shadow drips—spread mourning...

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Black Ink Always a deep thinker. Old fashioned typewriter. Black ink on paper. Stay inspired. Through creative writing. Read in between the lines. The love of poetry. You can write freely. With a pen, this is your journey. Looking Outside the window, glistening city lights. Alone I may be. Writing with black ink always....

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Ink Stone Stone symbolizes. With a feather pen. Document literature. Writer through calendar. Amusing prevails. Clouds to wanderer’s. Pave the way. Penmanship worthy. Alludes to ink stone. Sequence sincere. A poet blossoms. Narrative through the dark. A lantern toward the ink. Hidden message through poetry....

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Will pens (I'd have to think when last I dipped mine in ink) and sad to say pencils go the dodo's way become extinct or obsolete (oh no) to the average man in the street as if it weren't for junk mail no matter how large or small never mind trees and ecology wouldn't have no mail at all when I was young still a nipper a lot more...

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A-ctive P-en R-elays I-magery, L-etting A-nother N-ame N-egate E-mptiness ©bfa042225 Monocrostic (Birthday of April Anne Daguio Miranda) ...

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Black And White We are given all the pieces to play and indulge in life’s great feast outrageous fortunes be dammed! Given full reign to Ego’s unfettered beast and the moves we make shall establish our legacy Why are we here? We can either dazzle with brilliance or baffle with bulls*it Shameless are unleashings of doubt only makes a lesser us grow inhibits our...

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