Nib Poems - Poems about Nib

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

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

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

... I've been working on it. If I were a nib or stylus I'd be worn away. Sometimes, there's too much space to fill with words, or there's not enough. I'm digging my way out of A Marriam-W......Read the rest...

...Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler, nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort, they face whirlwind snowfall, freezing ice, while others brazenly squirm, not for stoic diarist this thre......Read the rest...

...George Washington Set Potus Precedent...no lie trumped hill re: by a bill yon votes and bridged tradition (Abe Lee) linkedin to present president; biden his time trying to build back better s......Read the rest...

...Non labor (relations) day September 1st, 2023 poem Aye dream of Genie (as a lad din) Schwenksville, Pennsylvania - keystone state abbreviated as Pea Yay, this stupid non huge poem deployed cou......Read the rest...

..."A heart's blood flows like ink on pages of poetry." ~ by poet Pages of verse scream out loud like a child when their lines are not al......Read the rest...

...Pens for whom to share their writings for whom to share their feelings for whom to share their thinkings Pens to which it's a friend more than a foe to which it could be full or hollow ......Read the rest...

...Broken by miseries of life I became nib of pen People call me "poet" In puzzles of night i spill my pain over the lonely pages I find my sumptuous pillow In bossom of silence Life is as s......Read the rest...

...You killed me on the nib of the pen Where I sought the knowledge of peace You killed me on the peak of roots Where I founded the pillars of unity You killed me on the scaffold of ego When I ......Read the rest...

...A cup to slake the parch of thirsty lips Spilled from heart to goblet, with love twas filled Words penned from the nib of inked fingertips Bouquet of wine breathed before being swilled Sedu......Read the rest...

...Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler, nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort, they paint sound and city pastel, never at a loss for inspiration, weather neither bar nor barrier, in ......Read the rest...

...How effortless you seem to write Under said paraffin oil and candor lit background It's almost as if one can hear the nib of your feathered quill draped in ink Scratch away at the parchme......Read the rest...

...my garden in a Spanish town is overgrown with weeds due to lack of time and purpose one thing that grows is beautiful lemons too many to make lemonade for me and my wife when life overburdens......Read the rest...