Journals Poems - Poems about Journals

...We have a choice, On how many children will turn out, And by throwing the parents under a bus, For the Wolves and Jackals to fight over, The outcome for the children will always be the same. W......Read the rest...

...They are not merely poets. They are sorcerers of words, concealed deep within their souls, Letting them seep out quietly like mysterious shadows. They fear not critics, for they understand that po......Read the rest...

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

...Long ere breaths a chalice dawn, eternal trials beleaguered gone, test the wayward course yon distant clinks, bespoken image seized his past governed weights in tallied journals that ......Read the rest...

... Yesterday, when there was clarity, I arose resembling the flames of sunrise. Like an articulate artist, entranced in nature, I painted fluorescent hues upon her butterfly wings. Togethe......Read the rest...

...This is a poem regarding gender dysphoria and being transgender. If you do not support that kind of thing, please do not leave rude comments and simply click away. I actually found this poem rece......Read the rest...

...No winds are winnowing enough To put a quill back in the hands of the dead poet Or confidence back in the trachea of the strangled speaker In me Because no words are as vile As no words at all ......Read the rest...

...Once a wish, always a pipe dream You would’ve known what it was if it came true Let’s swap journals and see what we find Show me the life you think you’re living And I’ll show you mine Your ......Read the rest...

...When siren screams become silent to ears for which a heart has stopped; billions of beats - a billion thoughts, are not stilled, they survive in pauses that stare, and dreams that start ......Read the rest...

...Walking here and there, Scrounging for messages of Care, Journalists of the day. Standing by at door or gate Spirited, to interrogate the great. A long-serving microphone, Miking words from t......Read the rest...

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

...My father was a devoted fly fisherman who couldn’t resist the almost masochistic urge to wake in the quiet predawn hours and stumble, blurry eyed with his loaded thermos out of the house. He drove t......Read the rest...

...Precious priceless progeny Hands down the most dramatic change ever needed to make the most profound impact awoke from helping beget the first offspring. An internal paradigm shift reshuffle......Read the rest...

...Strange, after living so long apart the things that resurrect the memory of your touch; a vanilla-scented candle, the taste of Turkish coffee; or the way flower petals graze my skin so softly; th......Read the rest...

...the day before her wedding Pandora found her mother’s loony box there were journals about her bi-polar condition and her suicide plans. We were glad she kept it silently locked did not read it o......Read the rest...