Page Poems - Poems about Page

...sadness leaves the source hits page, makes tracks, with force leaves behind a stillness that doesn't show unnoticed ache, where tears don't flow that looks like carrying on but pitter patter ......Read the rest...

...With brittle quill the page is torn No longer words of passion born The poet slowly wilts and dies Lays down his pen and softly sighs Like petals of an aging flower That withers more f......Read the rest...

...When I was a young man, I could easily recall, A beautifully bold and vivid tapestry, hanging on a wall. It told of a great story, with chapters in history, As if woven by skillful hands, ......Read the rest...

...Amidst the chaos of chalk and dreams deferred, We ask ourselves, where can we find the spark In this labyrinth of rote and rigid words? The burden we bear, a future stark We've trudged through ......Read the rest...

...Leota stacked her new books in a fabulous little pile. She was thrilled with their freshness, it made her smile. Finally at university, she could figure out the Minnesota charm. It was reputed to ......Read the rest...

... give me strayed lines, dilated pupils I'm at one with our eye to eye moment let me brush my hair out of my face... to look at you I'm painted in ink, unchangeable more or less wholly drawn ......Read the rest...

...I have an idea for a poem, a collection maybe of all-encompassing rhymes that satisfy each emotion, separately and together. Once it's finished no one will need to write a poem again. Ther......Read the rest...

...In the vast and verdant landscape of African literature, a constellation of luminous stars once shone bright, their radiant light illuminating the complexities of a continent’s soul. O Achebe, A......Read the rest...

...Pages open, worlds unfold, Stories new and stories old. Letters dance across the page, Whisking us from age to age. Eyes glide left to right with ease, Words flow by like gentle breeze. ......Read the rest...

...Pinch me, poke me I still dream Poets rattle Every ream Words don't fail me As I fall I want to capture Love, is all Blank page Staring At the start Composition of the heart Blue......Read the rest...

...1.) Not present at anything Everything is just the same Not many think about the portrait-less frame I’ve had nothing Feet buried in my ways The man I’m becoming oughta be a phase I can’t ......Read the rest...

...Where are the Bakers of Poetry Soup? I miss their energy and the queen’s haikus I hope all is well let me visit their page For no response from soup mail I made Bill and Sara are you ok?......Read the rest...

...I cannot die tonight I dog-eared a book Of pages I haven't perused You know how long that took? Scent of pages Frayed and yellowed Always get me Calm and mellowed The spine cracked and worn ......Read the rest...

...PEN At first, it was just another pen A ballpoint, as is called by some Not one in that old clear plastic But shiny metal, looking fantastic A present, as fancy as they come Quite the classy ......Read the rest...

...Looking through the window of my soul, I wonder about the shadow Cast upon the world by the light within me, hidden under veils, Feeling the obstacle I’ve placed in the path of my inner brilliance,......Read the rest...