Nibs Poems - Poems about Nibs

...Of course, a clown is always clowning as poets paint their write -- before with pen and ink dip we nibs wells of performance transforming dark ink to colorful spectacle in showtime spot o......

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...The Sea Glass Fifth Aquarius, a glass menagerie, as their bios serenade us, sea views anemone. I swarm betwixt a Sea of Glass, a can of worms opened, we dove had fluttered peace a chance, de......

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...Learning to write with those quills first Then, in fountain pens, immersed Ballpoints are the best; they advertise Computer writings, now, immortalize My quill in a nook stands as a humble servan......

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...Flying across the white expanse a dull day becomes coloured with the distant foggy black marks of flight opening wings wide like a murder of beaks thirsty for the blood of the ink of other......

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... "Notes on a Wrist" the pulse felt under nibs of fingertips translates a life the semicolan stretches like the devil hungers it can wait a long time eternall......

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...Mahtab the full name Stanza formed in chain Syllabic Rhyming mix Mahtab Bangalee It has fourteen keys Stanza keeps Two wise nibs Come, come to write this Sixteen accents please Five ......

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... "The Forgotten and Fluctuations of Awareness" When the crime was committed, the writing was already on the wall, no one listened. It climbed insidiously out throu......

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...on fibers coarse with little clay nibs are stained with indigo ink lines of cursive carefully formed seeking meaning to come forth chrome plated steel and laminate wood plastics ca......

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...Yes, I didn’t come here; I didn’t touch this soft body I didn’t consume the wine where you were sleepy It’s a long grassy lawn; splendid roof of the violet sky Where the bed of roses kissed the ba......

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...I heard taunting echoes and scurrilous snarls. It was my conscience, and I listened as it spoke in accusations, contemptible remarks aimed at me. Shameful words delivered to break my falle......

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... Broken World When the lies were injected into the veins of innocence blue feathered quills dipped their nibs into the ink of golden storie......

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...The mothers of blessings now, are dead No honey in the buds No money in the pockets No gracefulness in the flying- glow-worms of full moon night butterflies of May-days The goddesses of b......

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...FORTIES CHILD Freezing slides on sheets of ice Balaclavsa snug Finger mitts snow-balling bold, Playtime in the cold. Satchels,desks with lift-up lids Pen nibs ......

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...My obsession with writing implements is getting out of hand, while not quite turning out as planned. I’m still without that vintage Montblanc, but I’m saving a place in my cabinet for it, right......

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... "Seeds" Blue reaches reflections touching ripples tears in time ephemeral caresses fragrant Green my canopy opens the light inside me cracked eggshell golde......

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