Jotted Poems - Poems about Jotted

...restless perceptions lie in shadows they stir in moments of silence words stir as they wait to take form the house is still but it breathes outside the window a yard light shines a star ......Read the rest...

... In the shadows of my half-waked condition of terra firma- patronus renditioned, I mudder into your soil, snorkel into your swamp of inlet tributary, a flagellum personae , prosopopoeia explorae ......Read the rest...

...I picked up some words, From an over heaped pile, Words which impressed me most. Put them carefully onto a blank paper, Like a practiced player placing, Rooks and pawns on a chequered grid. ......Read the rest...

...Stricken with anguished nausea Written three years ago tomorrow, yet superimposed (likened to emotional palimpsest) upon mental state of yore recent post traumatic stress triggered courte......Read the rest...

...I jotted down a thought but it led to a thought So out of the blue I'm weighed down With unarticulated ideas I scrubbed out the lines That were nothing much But the thinking created a space......Read the rest...

...Bonafide I am the poet The sinner The ardent lover Whose words remain unheard Mourned silently, whimpered alone Died unnoticed Never reborn I am the poet The mad The raving ......Read the rest...

...Bonafide I am the poet The sinner The ardent lover Whose words remain unheard Mourned silently, whimpered alone Died unnoticed Never reborn I am the poet The mad The raving ......Read the rest...

...This is my story, my telling. It was a Monday morning in a time that never existed. In a past that was fictional until it was revealed as a plot writing by a man-made ghost-writer, nevertheless......Read the rest...

...Another Christmas Day will soon be here again, It used to be my favorite time of year. Now it's not as much fun Celebrating for one, When the one I'd like to share it with's not here. I sent ......Read the rest...

...Ideally yours truly prefers a she/her who never got prosecuted for a felon, yet who most deaf fin knit lee possesses sound blinding killer instincts think miracle worker Anne Sullivan signif......Read the rest...

...WASTED I wasted hundreds of sheets of paper, ran the ink out of thousands of pens. All writing letters you, That I just would waste more time to send. I jotted down 10 million words, all my fee......Read the rest...

...‘Of Gods And Policemen’, my title of note My novel the third in a trilogy A novel however, that I never wrote From books one and two I sought synergy And jotted some notes and rough pages Whil......Read the rest...

...I linger at my laptop day and night. Not making a fiction to shift a slight. My ink was poised on the tips of my knuckles. There isn't a veil of aims waffle puzzles. Sonnet formi......Read the rest...

...He hardly had anything to say. Many flocked to him just to hear his no-wisdom. I also have no-wisdom, yet I fail constantly to employ it. My silence is as good as yours, but I will break it f......Read the rest...

...Detective Stone was on a new quest, Answers to clues he didn't have yet. With searching high, then searching low, This is his task he would undergo. Down one road, then down another, "Back t......Read the rest...