Nib Poems - Poems about Nib

... The frozen nib, a winter's still embrace, No flowing thought, no vibrant inked trace. A brittle point where words lay locked and deep, A silent promise, secrets it would keep. But warmth ar......

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...These words do not belong to me, they are parasites burrowing into the core of my thoughts, demanding flesh and permanence, as if ink could defy relentless entropy. They are called prophecies, but ......

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...Metaphors and similes flow freely from my pen when I am scripting and scribing in poetic verse. Across the width of pale parchment pages the nib of my feathered pen continues to traverse. Ink c......

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...Midtone grey surrounds what’s left of a man’s soul Scenes of biblical abominations troll Inky are the hellish horizons appalled An okay is needed for anything at all Manipulating truth determin......

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...That tepid tea, civility, Is not the drink for such as me! Thou cusp, thou nib, thou pricket, prickle, tang and tine! Thy wit lacks width to grasp my line! ......

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...In-fact I don’t want to dwell in your absence Necessary life is rushing gradually Silent breaths draw the mural of reinstated epic No bridge of love but a long-live sigh The verse of......

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..."Although I'm familiar with the art of poetry, no one has inspired my muse to inscribe my own journal. - so I placed my soul in her hands." Silent One I used to be a journal, daily dips of in......

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...There was a feathered quill in Shakespeare's hand then he dipped the nib of his pen into a bit of ink That's how poetry was written, verses poetically grand Today, artificial poets use AI and it's......

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...Flow and Ebb Nib and Tuck Never Ending Cause and Affect Friend or Foe ......

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...I wrote these lines 7 years ago, slightly edited today. Perhaps they have more meaning now than they did then. "There are so many nuts in the soup!" That's what I hear and see and it's ......

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...nib a streak tiny dots forming my words pen......

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...Silence reigns supreme in my reich No don (except me) doth trumpet within the aborted barren reach of freedoms within expansive realm, I annexed courtesy manifest destiny, which peoples now in......

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...My fountain pen found its way, onto the internet, it was a transformative process, for both ink and blood. There were thousands before me, many talking in a strange language, of signs, signal......

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...I think I’ll make a portrait With inky words of my soul But false starts get in the way I’m hungry the body says Feed the body, not the soul The soul will pester my body Make......

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...CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 2 Catullus CI: 'His Brother's Burial' translation by Michael R. Burch 1. Through many lands and over many seas I have journeyed, brother, to these wretched rites, to t......

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