Paper Poems - Poems about Paper

For Brian Strand's Your Choice X Poetry Contest 10 June 2025 ...

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I fold myself into smiles I don’t feel, like paper carefully hiding the truth, I walk hallways as if I’m not slowly melting into the shadows of silent walls, I nod in conversations as if I’m truly listening, but in reality, I’m just trying to remember what it was like to breathe without apologizing for every breath. The mirror...

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Circling me like a shark in open water, I wave my arms so someone sees And for so long you never bothered To see the huntress I can be. You said you’d always try to see eye to eye, But your irises have turned to black And in my own I stalked out every single lie And your facade begins to fade...

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They trade the Earth for ink-stained slips, Colored paper, kissed by greed’s dry lips. They call it wealth — this printed lie, While children in slums are born to die. Steel towers rise on broken backs, Their riches built on hunger’s tracks. The land is sold, the seeds are burned, And famine profits are well-earned. They toss good bread into the sea, So scarcity...

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Paper Sun I could have dated someone. Under the Paper Sun. The damage is done. You live far away past the horizon. Your hair is black and your eyes are dark. On the other side of the world, it is too far. Your culture is humble. If I woke up, I could have found you. ...

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Some go through life in a sophomoric zone Knowing about strangers while being alone To ever quote names or that face in the crowd Aggrandizing self as their folly — astounds (Reading Market Philadelphia: May, 2025) ...

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ahhh... the crisp feel of the new notebook its spine never cracked open its pages of virgin white perfectly aligned awaiting their marching orders eager for all and any pen markings from sunday best handwriting to doodles inviting playful interaction your creative élan of spontaneity random thoughts splashed on a page scripted lines scribbled to offload a mind seeking clarity, peace or absolution seeking a semblance...

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a paper cut, inevitable no matter how hard you try to avoid them, everyone knows the pain of it, yet someone else gets one and you say its only a small cut only hurts a small bit. when looking at someone you never would never know they have one unless they told you, it is easy to hide the pain...

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I. Sighting I saw you through refracted light- a prism of chance splitting ordinary into spectrum. Wind-tangled hair terra cotta and rosemary beneath your nails the scent of soil and citrus on your skin. You carried mysteries-living things I wanted to cradle. I didn’t find you- you found...

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She said, "Your love lives on pages" Not in real-time, not in life stages Every kiss was a line you rehearsed Needed your heart, not merely a verse I gave her metaphors for fire She just wanted warmth, not a choir Now it's silence where she once stood I’d take it back if I could I held the pen, not her hand Chose the...

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The trust between people Is like a piece of paper Once it's torn, it's hard to restore Even if we can save a marriage In the end it can't go back The way it was before....

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Paper Crumpled Up Made mistakes Always learning Strive to improve Halt to writers block Ascend onto ponder Start over My philosophy, just be you Human to error Nobody else but to be published Stillness on reflected waters A journey through Azure from above Inhale gratitude sudden Write another poem Set high standards Fly as a...

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In the garden where illusions grow like paper flowers under the velvet sky, Life is woven like a tapestry of shadows and lights fading into the distance, A sweet lie we embrace with open arms, For the pure truth, like a cold wind, might scatter our dreams, We paint our reality with the oils of dreams and unfulfilled hopes, While...

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I AM POETRY ‘In the Beginning was the Word’ light penetrated dark sound big-banged birthed three in One creating ~ P o e t r y ~ I am this poised superlative unchanging yet exotically emitting all that changes I am Poetry fruit of my desires dropping when fully ripened as words speaking to people faraway nourishing or subtracting What matters...

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nimble fingers crafting creases pleats and tucks paper musings posted on April 29, 2025...

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