Newspaper Poems - Poems about Newspaper

...Blossoms the dandelion Renaissance premises ion Borderline scripted small fonts Newspaper article daunts 4/15/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© ......Read the rest...

... During a bad storm one night I turned on my television Grey and black flickering lines appeared, obscuring my vision I went outside and saw the aerial had bent over but it would have to wai......Read the rest...

...Upon opening the fridge this morning I found, to my great displeasure, that there was nary an egg to be found. Posthaste I marched down to the corner market, grabbed a carton of fresh, free range eg......Read the rest...

...In my dreams, I hear whispers and echoes from abandoned books Begging for attention, from their old bookshelves and cozy library nooks Ghostly pages full of dust, some damaged from water leaks and......Read the rest...

... Don't know if I've ever told you before But I'm the creative director Of our cool little community newspaper It's quite the people connector It's all about events and the 'goings on......Read the rest...

...A HUNGER UNFED I now demand retribution, at least recompense It’s like a pain in my stomach, a hunger unfed Get the fullest apology for all that’s been said When first shared online, it made me......Read the rest...

...Look up in the sky ! It’s a bird ! It’s a plane. It’s Superman ! More powerful than a locomotive, faster than a speeding bullet, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. This fearless man of ......Read the rest...

...I'm full to the top do you let off steam then? shed unnecessary weight to remain afloat or in the air just that little bit longer? perhaps I'm overcharged ......Read the rest...

... Saying originally seen on Titusville Morning Herald Penn. Newspaper (1869-1913) May flowers have begun to sprout and bloom and their tender shoots are telling us that winter is ......Read the rest...

...A long, dark, lonely night. The aroma of my black coffee. A scary black cat. The color of the pen I use to write. The color of my hair flowing around me. The fluttering wings of a bat. As whi......Read the rest...

..."Black and white in want of each other, and not in need, inevitably; of my following sampling's POV," ... by the Poet. Pandas are loners, though my statement is a misconception of the simple fact......Read the rest...

... Will the thrown newspaper land on the lower or upper step? The odds are forever even. The percolator has mixed together. a thousand mornings yet it arrives in normal time, as one brew. O......Read the rest...

...Old newspaper clippings as they hang on the wall my old toys stored in the cedar chest the color of skin as we work together my two dogs and cat chasing each other my ink gliding acro......Read the rest...

...My Grandmother’s Baking Pans I remember peering through Nana’s broken window countless times on my way to St. Augustine’s Girls’ School in St. George. But that day felt different. As I watched the......Read the rest...

...Like an old cat stretching her limbs in the sunlight Warmth seeping through knots in her gnarled hands and sShe sits on a paisley chair in front of the East window welling in her stiff knees Pre......Read the rest...