Paper Poems - Poems about Paper

pleats and folds a winged makeover ~ sleight of hands...

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Stuck between the lines, The only place where I don't get detained by all the crimes. Silent sins, where everything begins, The knife that cuts so deep, They say, “Calm down,” this is not for the weak. No building holding up the structure, Everything’s on the ground, already fractured. Like the shadows on the hills, slowly...

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Now you stand at the threshold of shadowed trials— a challenge cloaked in whispers of what may come. Debts awaken, ancient scribes of your past, etching secrets into the walls where you once stood. More debts rise to start anew, in lands where shadows whisper and command— money prowls with hungry eyes, blind to your status, deaf to the paper gate’s cries. Unyielding,...

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When your struggling for words and you don't know what to say And when you do say something it comes out the wrong way You start to sweat and you get tongue tied and your embarrassment you can't hide There is a simple solution for your plight Pick up a pen and paper and write You can...

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Ella sent the invitation Louis worked the door to celebrate between the lines inflection served du jour My heart was given freely their phrasings lined my soul beyond the words and melody goodbye to rock and roll The Saints Were Marching In as Satch blew his horn with glee (and Ella said) No, No They Can’t Take That — Away From Me (Dreamsleep: June,...

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lights crack, breezes of salt drown the eyes Toss heads of dye, howls collide, the waves still Pacing the wharf, glances leer throughout, giants tear through the skies Decrepit soul, thirst of white, it is a race to uphill To a place of barren dreams, no ink to spare Quakes crash, again, again, I'm awake, no... , you won't reach...

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a paper bird falls beside my hand — too cold to hold or mourn ...

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Dramatic denim blues Shredded like teal tears Nothing to lose but blood Too broken to face fears Experiences emerald emerge Like a ghost from within Refurbishing old cemetery poems Papers fly like drones What am I to you An old art or a new heart Full of prophecy and propaganda Created in His Image I think teal heals But nope that’s user error My brain explains in terror Only...

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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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