Notepads Poems - Poems about Notepads

...(A repost from 2019) My favorite aunt is dying.. cancer, quiet and consuming as a flame.. Seven short weeks ago she was easily doing an hour of step aerobics, unaware of this intruder, this mur......

Continue reading...

...[This is a Metaphysical Poem, though I’ve classified FREE VERSE since poetrysoup does not have a Metaphysical Category. I’ve uploaded a reading of poem on YouTube channel @ghairodanielspresence in Sh......

Continue reading...

...A Place Not Meant To Be PART: II (699 of 1487 words) #9: Days of Paper Roses Do the numbers--dogs don't count--just survives! Then everything, be as close enough, still,......

Continue reading...

...#9: Days of Paper Roses Do the numbers--dogs don't count--just survives! Then everything, be as close enough, still, of this and that, thoughts begin and end, thrives, truth betold......

Continue reading...

... When I was in kindergarten. I learned to write. Between snack time and recess. We had sharp pencils. We weren’t trusted with pens and their ink. We learned about letters. We learn......

Continue reading...

...For decades I waited and you did not come to listen to my rude insertion finger a sound at the back of my throat and the vibration of my name For decades I wanted to meet a small mount......

Continue reading...

...Back then before upheavals upheaved, people were gracious but lacked a common sorrow - it made them a little dull. Occasionally a local danger would excite but rejoicing and grieving never be......

Continue reading...

...A jazz musician wonders back to his days at the keyboard… each note over practiced until melody pure and magic releases A poet in laurels wonders back to his primers and notepads… each wor......

Continue reading...

...Their grinning heads cover the fields for acres A sea of happy mini suns, welcoming us to Kansas. We stare, amazed, having no idea this was possible. There are photo moments and we take them all. ......

Continue reading...

...ummm...just some quick thoughts... check and reflect I sit and dissect derelicts with dialect deliberately I think with this pen and as soon as the ink sinks in ,it instantly producing imagery So......

Continue reading...

...Dear New Poet, Don't you just love modern poetry! So free to be ourselves in so many fun forms. Never mind the sonnet or finding a rhyme for bonnet. Just ideas flowing to express what one needs to s......

Continue reading...

...Here take another pill, they say it make you feel better. Forget about the side effects, they don't matter. The remedy is worst than the disease. There's no such thing as cure. Just these presc......

Continue reading...

...I haven’t written in a while I seem to have lost my voice I'm not sure where or when it left me Or where to find it I have a feeling its in different pieces Shards of echoes splatte......

Continue reading...

...Over 1200 poems I have constructed, written bled, cried for, endured tremendous insanity What do I have to show for it... just more pencils, just more pens 5 more unused notepads and a decaying,......

Continue reading...

...Follow the poet to the bottom Their scrivened souls lead there Electric verbs and climatic curves Stoking notions of hoisted up hairs Winding down the patchy canyon To laurel beds on librettos......

Continue reading...