Ink Is Dry Poems - Poems about Ink Is Dry

...Soul droops when the weather is wet, darkened days, drizzle on windows, Wife watching same soaps,I detest, no one to talk, no friends, no foes! Birds take a nap in their hideouts, cat warming ......

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...There is no poetry without you Softly flows the sunset colors painted on tired skies with fire Igniting a wafting cloud in orchid tints, the fresh scent of pine lingering within its escape ......

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...Poetry tears .. Crystalline ants march down my face Like little soldiers they line up in formation communicating with their feelers words drip drip drip onto the page Leaching out S......

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...My inky echoes conflate, atop mountains of ivory versos; Blank pages into whispers, like the sway of moonlight tides; Papers dappled by my ineffable, frays of jet-black cursive swirls; My ......

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...(The Fallen Poet) Shadows, fall from the east Winter show, white meadows, Compelling words lost, in a silent world Beautiful, Bloomingdale is how it goes Apocalypto-- my very own limbo Alone ......

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...The ride is over The time has come Theres no more to write Everything has been done The last page is full The ink is dry It's hard to think It's hard to concentrate A minute goes by Still no......

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...My pen is still, The ink is dry; The words have gone, Have passed me by. No poems am I to write this day; The will to write has fled away. But don't be too sad if I don't sing; Another day a......

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