Ink Is Dry Poems - Poems about Ink Is Dry

...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 ......Read the rest...

... 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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...This piece was inspired greatly by the horrors of the tornadoes that leveled miles of life in this Kentucky and neighboring states, killing over 100 people. The grief I and so many feel, I dare say,......Read the rest...

...I'm off on the beaten path with Little Rosey in my grasp There's palm fronds like a giant clock, twenty hands instead of two And there's the honeysuckle bush that suddenly broke through the g......Read the rest...

...I’ve sat here all night just trying to write But nothing would spring from my brain I looked in my mind and what did I find I think that I’m slightly insane I’ve been unaware of things that li......Read the rest...

...Your message I found drifting along the open sea a bottle swaying and bouncing headed toward me reaching with opened arms your words touched me for they were the last to follow along our open sea.......Read the rest...

... Below the clothesline they sit, writing fast, a spelling test by their mom, each wants full marks, mom sits, scale in hand, the ink will dry, innocent reflections linger b......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...The Muse, In My Quill I hadn't realized my penning going on Before the ink ran dry of my Quill. If I had just started with my array, For these words that I had written. May have been o......Read the rest...

...Bird called muse flies free as clouds disperse, flowing quill with imaging ink doesn’t dry, traces the unpatterned flight of verse on limitless page of unconfined sky. Bird inside the constrict......Read the rest...

...i never knew who she was until i was called "plath-like"; same obscured thoughts abundant in poetic frame of mind i scribble thoughts like shadows on walls beneath a pale moon that play in t......Read the rest...