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Nib Poems - Poems about Nib

after surgery
...After the surgery I was flat on my back and not allowed to move, an assistant  nurse came to feed me A stern-looking woman older than the others soup she fed me; open your mouth wide, she said ......

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Categories: nib, age, analogy, art, beautiful,
Form: ABC
Pollinator - May 12
...A while ago,—you seemed a fantasy— and like a fragmentary apparition or a flutter flitting past my faint cognition —to my buzzing thoughts: you the rose, I the bee. And though my hiving mind, ......

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Categories: nib, beauty, crush, flower, longing,
Form: Italian Sonnet



When Ink Unfreezes
... 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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Categories: nib, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member These words do not belong to me
...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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Categories: nib, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Prisoner of Poetry
...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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Categories: nib, muse,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Banned Book Club VII- 1984
...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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Categories: nib, anxiety, books,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Premium Member The Outburst
...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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Categories: nib, anger, baptism, conflict, emotions,
Form: Couplet
Your Absence
...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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Categories: nib, absence, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Journal
..."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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Categories: nib, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Artificial Ink
...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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Categories: nib, community, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Flow and Ebb
...Flow and Ebb Nib and Tuck Never Ending Cause and Affect Friend or Foe ......

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Categories: nib, 12th grade, depression, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Nuts in the Soup
...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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Categories: nib, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member pen
...nib a streak tiny dots forming my words pen......

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Categories: nib, word play,
Form: Lanterne
Silence reigns supreme in my reich
...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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Categories: nib, absence, abuse, addiction, anger,
Form: Free verse
The Breakthrough
...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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Categories: nib, poetry,
Form: Free verse

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