On Paper Poems - Poems about On Paper

I entrusted my heart to someone unworthy, Now I'm lost in a sea of hurt. The pain I never invited overwhelms me, Drowning out life's other blessings. I sought answers, questioning my own judgment, But tears fell like relentless rain. They've stopped welling up in my eyes, Now they flow through every word I write. #heartbreak #sorrow #pain #betrayal #hurt #lostlove #tears #poem...

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Oil on paper, skies are grey It’s a windy autumn day I see linens on the line Bedsheet swings behind the vine There's your shirt of navy blue And my sweater of green hue And it was so long ago Where now do we belong? I’m not sure I can tell Memory can’t serve that well Can you recognize the place? Did we really leave a...

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Seasons have more reasons to celebrate an innovative artist who speaks in colorful dialects— when abstract silence kicks in and suffocates the petals dried and left as bookmarks within pages of the past. I see the opalescent rays burst through the ashen skies the day the ink of...

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Determination defies all odds that any gambler sets In the end, 'talent will out' ~ sure to lose the bet...

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the bird on paper, doesn't sing... but raises chants, remember places... ...

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What a difference a few years away make For granted, rights to privacy, personal space, Right to lay charges of assault, I did take Them as given in US if America I'm no longer shocked at fence, tree removed To steal tin, "zinc" fir shanty roofing My yard is to be piached fir vegetables, too We in south Africa, don't bother The...

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Here i sit on the loveseat Which is my writing place Slash and the computer I sit in stillness and ponder Which seems like long hours Wondering what poetry form I will create next yet No idea comes to mind So I sleep on it all night The Ghost writer speaks She gives me a title On paper i write By my night table Then I...

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The bird on paper, does not sing... but raises chants, remember places... ...

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Treat this poem as the truth Non-fiction... Because this is the best way I can try to describe what it feels like to suffer with cocaine addiction It’s hard to even put this feeling of addiction into words To a ‘non-addict’, the things that I am saying may seem absurd.. Like how do I even begin to explain I wish a...

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The bird on the paper, does not sing ... but it raises memories, remember places ... ...

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The good witch is still trying hard to collect the future Nostalgic and post-modern she fondles her crystal ball With soft hands she embraces Gaia and its sepia hue Oblivious to oblivion she attempts to elude the inevitable A monochrome reminder of the future’s soft calling If the earth was flat warriors would fall of the edges But her grip...

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The experience of putting one’s thoughts on paper for the perusal of others; offers a certain inner satisfaction that must be experienced... to be appreciated. (Arbitrium Divisa) 01/19/2020 Arbitrium Divisa 6 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden Derived from "A Poet's Words" 10/26/2019...

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Drawn on Paper The small house, mostly quiet. No one up. No one to notice anything. Things just happened. Magic. Lights sparkled… from no where. The soft sound, of angel wings, busy. The ever so sweet smell, of chocolate and peppermint, commingled with apple spice, permeates the very air. Pine… That is (or was) my favorite. It is still. I wish that I had been awake. I...

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Once, poems on paper. Books to be marked. Dog-eared pages, left open, carried. Cared for, like a loved one. All of life in ink. Poets still write. No restrictions, pleading, pandering or publishers. Unlimited digital parking spaces. Will they be found in the future?...

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I have a propensity to write my feelings on paper. My voice is silent orally. My feelings locked down When they are not oozing out of my eyes and cheeks. I like to think they are put away safely in a Velvet lined jewel-encrusted crypt, but they are not. So I let them out onto a blank page with blue...

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