Ink Is Dry Poems - Poems about Ink Is Dry

...There is a room no one remembers. It exists between seconds, beneath the sigh of clocks, where grief collects like dust no one dares to clean. A boy once lived there. Not in body but in ever......

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...These are the three physical signs that Bob Barber believes could proceed the rapture 1 The ink becomes dry 'on the covenant that is signed by many'. And after the rapture when the Anti-ch......

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...Lovely Ruins I loved you to death I gave you black roses Maybe you were disappointed Our love vanished I just wanted validation Room too crowded for two Another closed door What went ......

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...My pen is always near at hand, waiting for my gentle grasp to give it the chance to fulfill its purpose. It seems to be anticipating being held as if we tango together in a ritual dance. Whe......

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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 ......

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...When the ink runs dry in the introduction, we look to the stars for a conclusion. When the ink runs dry on tear stained pages, we look to the stars for an explanation. When the ink fades to s......

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...I'm just writing my story Leaving out all the glory I never tore them; yet the pages and spine are all but broken Its letters are scattered, yet still the words form a concise omen Would you read......

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...A tourniquet made of ink Aiding in the healing of my wounds Collecting my virulent pain, it sinks Filling an open vein, it flows through Spilling swirls of raven's blood like droplets ......

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...I am statuesque And ink-blot dry Shrouded black In the blink of an eye – An avatar A figment – distilled As a silhouette On the canvas – stilled And there suspended By a gleam of air – Crys......

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...I've been dealing with the fluvid, And boy, it's hit me hard I was out and about last week, When it caught me off my guard My eyes had veined a fire red, When it took me by surprise All ......

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... From strange elixir of mind a form walks in forming strange lines, in a poem of a chant of a spell, encantrain echoes it's well. Where roses bloom, dead and spirits recite their bleed of......

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...Caught within a dying art form a lyricist passed by (saying) “Music is my lord and master it makes the phrases fly” Writing lines of words unwedded the ink once dry is set Time and memory ......

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...My dear incredible pen, you are the pinnacle of writing instruments! Looking refined with your elegant ebony shaft and gold-filagree trim, you are a true technological wonder to behold and a master ......

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...It seems my well of ink runs dry With pen in hand, I want to cry This war on words I seem to rage When once flowed liquid words to page Advance, advance I c......

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...Lustful thoughts cluster inside me Spiralling anguish is my tidal sea I’m in the womb of warped-up lies Pry your eyes open before life dies I gave life to restoration of positivity Numberous n......

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