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Inkwells Poems - Poems about Inkwells

Inkwells
...What stays unwritten silence claims forever — to remain unchanged (Dreamsleep: May, 2025) ......

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Categories: inkwells, silence, writing,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Poetry Soup Main Fixings: Words
...Words that stem from the heart seldom a mind, would update fellow captives of a world they knew--spent or saved since, much like the word they are ... or were. Absentia defined the heart's favor ......

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Categories: inkwells, analogy,
Form: Italian Sonnet



The Vein of the Quill
...Inkwells, vein of the Quills, scribing upon parchments, heavy laden with dark secrets, blotted Date: 23/04/23 Traditional Cinquain poetry contes......

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Categories: inkwells, mystery, writing,
Form: Cinquain
So I Am
...They may whisper and jeer behind my back, Coz they stand no chance abutting my way They may even write long letters and hip upon rack I’m sure you might have been convinced in a way But aren’t yo......

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Categories: inkwells, betrayal, deep,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Fill Up the Inkwells
...Fill up the inkwells The poets are in town Bleeding black and blue ~ Verbs, adjectives, nouns......

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Categories: inkwells, blue, cheer up, poets,
Form: Light Verse



Blood Maps In Blue
... I Veins blue as death but they flow, tributaries in a returning system. They fork only when the mind rides a lightly sleeping cycle to a venous river and th......

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Categories: inkwells, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Tomorrow In the Wind
...Hidden deep within the trees a whispering tomorrow Buried in their shadows voices fall and take new breath The midnight wind blows silent carrying hope into the future Words caught up and ven......

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Categories: inkwells, hope, time, words, writing,
Form: Free verse
Tomorrow In the Wind
...Hidden deep within the trees a whispering tomorrow Buried in their shadows voices fall and take new breath The midnight wind blows silent carrying hope into the future Words caught up and ven......

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Categories: inkwells, hope, time, words, writing,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Labor of Love
...world weary of iambics and prose ~ work with inkwells write from your soul WORK PERSPECTIVE MONOKU Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Beata Agustin how many syllables (17) 05/05/22......

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Categories: inkwells, allusion, work, writing,
Form: Monoku
Premium Member Childhood Memories
...FORTIES CHILD Freezing slides on sheets of ice Balaclavsa snug Finger mitts snow-balling bold, Playtime in the cold. Satchels,desks with lift-up lids Pen nibs ......

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Categories: inkwells, childhood, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Verse Freed To Couplet
...YESTERDAYS Inkwells in desks with lift-uplids Tables written out with old pen nibs Noses pressed flat on the window glass our pockets tinkling ,full of brass Exploring fields across the br......

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Categories: inkwells, nostalgia, word play,
Form: Couplet
Premium Member Final Salute To An Alliterative Warrior
...W afting wonder world-wide A stonishing, astounding artistry R apier-like Rennaisance rhymes R enascent, radiant resonance I ndigo inkwells of incense O mniscient, omnipotent origina......

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Categories: inkwells, heaven, i miss you,
Form: Acrostic
Premium Member Well Penned, I Hope
...Would my poetry improve if I used a posh pen A fountain or quill, as was used back when People took pride in all that they did Not like these days, anything for a quid Where are the inkwells that......

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Categories: inkwells, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Glimpses Into Schooldays
... Can you recall being in school? The clock, whose hands, never seemed to move! The scent of fresh pencil shavings, m-m-m. A box of new crayons to not only open, but to smell. The des......

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Categories: inkwells, childhood, memory, school,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Poetless
...Blank pages strewed high on my desk in pain, For now, I heard the squelch of death again, It had echoed from my emptied inkwells, As dying words crept from a mind that quells, Pilfered hands sc......

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Categories: inkwells, allegory, analogy, fate, lost,
Form: Rhyme

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