Journals Poems - Poems about Journals

All my inner thoughts written on lined pages to be read by others...

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Picture frame the moments. In diaries write them down. Hold on to such with all you have for times will come around, when they will be all that you have to make it one more day. And on that day let all else go… then you will find the way. ...

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everyday I write words surge through my head boldly can't write fast enough...

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Poetry Journals Poetry's a way of writing a journal Of things joyful, sad or controversial Poets write of friendship and memoirs shared Or despair at end of a love affair. They write of the seasons that come and pass Of moonlight beams and stellar stars amass Stories of Christmas and all that it means Of witches, ghosts and ghouls at Halloween. Poets tell...

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Sonnets XVII-XXIV Discrimination by Michael R. Burch The meter I had sought to find, perplexed, was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose. I found it in sheet music, in long rows of hologramic CDs, in sad wrecks of long-forgotten volumes undisturbed half-centuries by archivists, unscanned. I read their fading numbers, frowned, perturbed? why should such tattered artistry be banned? I heard the sleigh...

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Dear Diary, woke up this morning and opened my eyes Dear Diary, practiced yoga and got lost this in the thythm Dear Diary, where do I go and how do I find my way back? Dear Diary, is it all a thought and could it be what get life on track? Dear Diary, these days you're a journal and I wanna know why'd...

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Predatory; fiction and fantasy became in essence the reality for most?! In regards unto the realms of life beyound which in turn birthed The fowlers net to ensnare amid these illusions and delusions.... Mass hypnosis, within subconscious' collective minds; webs of plights Self-destruction paving this path atop the page in existence!? Oblivious; as the black widows about their business spinning...

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Wearisomes travelers; who is blind and I Am not blind?! Passing through gildeds secular anathemas open markets With countless sonorous voices calling from their ravens, hoodoo booths Wishing to sell everyone these worldly visions amid obscures Perverted material trinkets; placing them in front of narrows sight!? Glittering these things; as unto a baby within its beloved crib.... Poisons to...

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Obsequies final taste; within this secession from a lamentatives covenant.... I took this pomegranate tree and I crushed it to, make myself a natives chalice of wine Still, it remained bitter upon my tongue so, I spit it into the turning paean sea!? ************************************************************************ ....“Terrestrial Journals” *...

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Sometimes I return unto the old neighborhood To take a stroll down recollections lane.... Silver mesh thousand foot tall cyclone fences Capped in razors edge; finding the windows That they longingly peered through as within These shackles they bled; amid the blindness Of their eyes in this beatitudes story Told, once upon a threshfuls time; polarized By the Northern Star; where Angels sing.... ****************************************** ....“Terrestrial...

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Intriguing this swaying candles flame, trying to convince myself tis but, an aladdins lamp?! Whispering these words with an amulets charms, dangling about its waist; a world of visions Kept in this alabasters oblong box; scented aneath rosemary sage and mystic lay with Incantations butterflies swirling amid the fire of narrations ellipses stage; candles flames Trying to convince itself...

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Walking through this dry parched land feeling as though I were cursed; or blessed?! Tasting its malignant barren soils and enduring its parallels void empty winds As a foreigner arriving at a distant city wherein, everything is bartered in an illusions Being sold at the markets amid this montage and myriad of refractive delusions.... Short upon vision, and in...

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Celestial wisdom; the mother of a precious starving infant, knows no shame!? Transcending; as the father of an innocent war torn child, knows only pain.... Watching this world from afar these eyes, while it turns atop the bed of sorrows Burning and yearning yet never learning; as tears keep falling, from broken hearts ~ You frankensteins; you hypocrites; you...

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Bowing these eyes sometimes in frameful silence As tears fill the pools of their sight ~ Often beholding this sorrow amid the darkness Never escaping the truth of its painful plight Strewn from sea to sea around the globe No place and no life, is immune unto its plague Although some believe that they are and perhaps they are.... Tis it better...

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