Newsprint Poems - Poems about Newsprint

... The thin newsprint pages cheap and slightly rough, A pocket-sized treasure, feeling just enough. Jingle Songhits, a name that brings a smile, A portal to lyrics for a little while. Remem......

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... The crinkle of thin, newsprint pages turning, A scent of ink and vibrant colors burning, A rush of excitement, a familiar, happy sigh, As stories waited, just beyond the eye. Into young min......

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...What is to be known of the honey comb? A frightening look at overcrowding at home. She comes to this tribal gathering in robes, wearing slippers, newsprint on her thumb. Affection awaits the ......

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...He watched her through the rusted window grilles; While chalk dust danced in streams of morning sun; His trembling hands left prints upon the desk wood; The ceiling fans cut through the province h......

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...Poetry expression, of fragile anorexic bodies in search of affable systems and psychotherapists from beyond the garden. Crepuscular foggy mangrove frames that dilute the mournful search for th......

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...Degree Holder Rantings: I want to put my passport size photo on my degree paper. So that people can be seeing that it's truly my degree! In five years I managed to bag a degree. Now, I want non-d......

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...There in the corner of the living room on a loveseat meant for two now only resides one there he sits, by a warm fireplace its occupant a man a man have I known only as a father and as a man......

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...It comes wrapped up in clear mylar, like the ones comic people use, insides faded, creased and yellow, big red letters boast of the west, small rips and tears from ancient hands, and the collect......

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...Beaten down for centuries Splattered in newsprint for all to see It has been that way ever since they came from Africa on hollowed ships Enslaved, raped, hanged, broken Traded for sins unspo......

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...What softness in silence amidst the cacophony of a spin cycle world war. Lying next to your glow in sleep's stillness, careful of your bandaged hand. Watching your breath enter and leave, the rise ......

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...Extra , Extra Read all about it I took out Add Space To Crow Lyrical Boom back from Self-Imposed sabbatical So welcome to my Title Shot At the Big Show Or heaven forbid Criti......

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... The Night Soil Man I Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds No border line nor skin to cross Condescension's never a case for loss High birt......

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...folded into her own crinkled wrinkled newsprint self, delight and enthusiasm rapidly dissipate Torn pieces of herself languish in her own self-imposed purgatory joyless, she sees ......

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...Each box holds its secret. Old memories, dreams that died. The sum of every promise- the dividends and sighs. Paper, cloth, and pottery- a postscript of our prime. Wrapped in yellow newsprin......

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...It was not that she was the only woman in the group, when mingling precariously beneath the bronze figure of William Booth, or her classic stance, when placing saintly, the newsprint covered bottle t......

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