On Writing And Words Poems - Poems about On Writing And Words

Poetry sets me loose No, I haven't had the booze! It just gives me a chance To jump into a written trance! I play with all heartfelt thinking And dig out every feel of sinking! I pen it down into lines Hoping...Read the rest...

VERMEER’S GIRLS Girl with a jug or necklaced with pearls,lute and guitar over the centuries seen from afar.In intricate detail,a patient design, of portraits in time. These looks of love into eternity’s mirror.Their beauty his art with a delicate touch,now frozen in time.Which muse...Read the rest...

BROKEN MONOKU just for a moment nothing mattered- ...Read the rest...

FOOTLE AROUND THE CLOCK Juke box room rocks OLD AGE same chat off pat TEEENAGE back chat off pat SEPTIMAL ART TROUVE lost and found upon the beach INTERNATIONAL SET Hollywood- gone with the wind FILLING IN did Benday give ground to Roy PERFECT SIX Rock n' roll- two-beat blues WHISPERING CAMPAIGN in the wind- rumour mill END OF STORY and thereby hangs a tail Hear me recite...Read the rest...

Words Words, this life, knows no stronger force These fragments with such ease we wield Even love, they will steer off its course And fell the high and mighty in the field Unthinking we may use one by mistake Throw...Read the rest...

The sordid words from his foul mouth are enough to make a crow blush. though unknown morphemically despite this fact his vulgar sounds are numerous syntactic f-words. His nouns resound all who have ears his verb usage quite disturbing adjectives objectionable combined they’re...Read the rest...

the ***** is inferno. doomed for hell. sinful with lost indulging in their own ignorance. made into a reincarnation of the devils wishes. the devils wants the devils needs. they say the pigment is the...Read the rest...

Camouflaged and coruscating, skating in their see-through costumes, part of the ocean's bold militia, shuffling, you send them on their way. Chrysaora Quinquecirrha, jellyfish abound and flounder 'neath the surface smooth as glass, they pester and...Read the rest...

i never saw the doornail die never caught sight of a fox that sly i didn't cure a dog so sick didn't steal a glance of thieves so thick i can't walk tight a rail that thin can't see some...Read the rest...

From one poet to another Your words in me are a thunder That fills me soul with wonder As my open heart you plunder Though I cannot see your face... Through my poetry covered lace Your deep feelings I can trace My...Read the rest...

'...the burnt out end of smoky days' - T.S. Eliot l The evening rumbles in and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle whistles, bread is buttered, weary workers settle, nibble, drink their tea and chatter, as the platter's passed around...Read the rest...

When does a poem become a song? Does the music make it real? A melody makes us sing along But the words are from the quill Without the words the music's blind It can't see where to go For the words...Read the rest...

In the magic screen A potpourri of poems Words once alive in the heart Textures, shapes, sizes Pieces of our different lives The fragrance lingers with me. Eileen Manassian Ghali...Read the rest...

They say I'm, sick twisted and materialistic They fear the metaphors, because I spit 'em sadistic Cause I'm a misfit, and shattering rhymes is my intent Good thing my flows on lock, so I can put out the...Read the rest...

Sometimes my pen cuts as a scalpel in the surgeons hands It releases my thoughts, it creates my plans I can build them up, I can tear them down Will I make them happy or will I make...Read the rest...