Parchment Poems - Poems about Parchment

I am a creature like others, taking for granted each breath, making mistakes, some no amount of contrition can erase which makes my faults no less dismal than death. Unless by the mercy of my Creator, I am to be forgiven. Perhaps I can best define myself as God's spark as a poet. I am a wanderer when I write...

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Autopsy of a Bitter Heart My thoughts vomited upon the page. No rhyme, no reason, no beauty; Raw, bare muscle and torn flesh. No cute love hearts colored red and pink; No, this is the heart of human anatomy. The heart bared with a “Y” incision on a stark, cold, metal table. The heart that glistens with swollen purple...

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If God had to write a poem Being the best divine writer Ever This poem Would have been very simple No words No swords Writing on the parchment No, this is not a sample Of his mysterious accoutrement Just blank pages For the ages. Copyright © April 2016, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems. ...

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Seal was written for S words contest sadly I missed deadline. hot red wax drips down parchment charter awaits seal gold ring descending...

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Although I've never kept fanciful fountain pens close at hand, I have found no need for flamboyant quills to dip into a well, for poetic lines never heed my beck and call or my command. Sometimes I'm a barren poet, thirsting for words in a dry spell. I have found no need for flamboyant quills to dip into a...

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Upon this Naked Parchment Bare by M. Griswold 07202022 Every stroke is dimensional against this naked parchment bare. Until the words appear, getting them to share their mystery there. And when the master makes them dance and line-up in their roles. Each noun or verb speaks its own tone, whether tis highs or lows. The spilled ink Waltz's across the page leaving...

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Along the highway, in hard, rocky, pale brown soil, wild, white lilies bloom. Bite Size Poetry No. 15 contest...

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Feelings on paper A melody on parchment easy poetry your heartfelt humor delighting unknown strangers while you ignore him pouring out your soul into a painting or poem husband catches up...

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On parchment we can etch a silhouette, a portrayal of imagination one can’t forget. Paper of fascination carrying inspiration for...

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I feel my skin crack and split as I watch dust seep from my old wounds in puffs of smoke. The gore that encrusted my skin long ago dried up and flaked off. I have to reach up with my left hand and wrench my shoulder back...

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I read in a parchment A name! Not sure Pansy or Golden buttons tansy. The sound of the guitar, The probe of the singer, And the joy of a listener, The dance of souls are simpatico abstract. Then I turned to my inner I look like an old My thoughts are somehow old What about my feelings? I do not know Some old & some new. Tired...

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Times of old dwindle throughout captured in leaves of parchment sewed individually into bounded Moroccan, Spanish, and Russian Leathers, seeping the smells of old centuries wisdom enclosed. Taking the mind into the beyond where great stories are forged and fantasies made. Smells of musk, vanilla, and tobacco fill the air with the sweet...

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Enticing whispers on candle- lit sand beneath an effervescent moon and honey essence Florescent jasmine in silent touch as dreams tread softly on purple petals Amorous glances in shades of blue 'bove silver wisps and wistful waves A falling star,Unspoken thoughts Shimmering dust and hundred wishes The clack of glass,bacchus of wine Bare toes tip-toeing in search of time Arms embrace shadows by blazing.fire as...

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Enticing whisper on candle-lit sand beneath an effervescent moon and honey essence Florescent jasmine in silent touch as dreams tread softly on purple petals Amorous glance in shades of blue witth silver wisps and wistful waves A falling star Unspoken thoughts Shimmering dust and hundred wishes The clack of glass red-cherry wine bare-toes tip-toeing in search of time Warm arms embrace in ring of fire as dusk fades slowly behind lost horizon A breaking dawn welcomes white wings which spread...

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I understand her Her emotions seem to flow through me Giving me the ability, To paint a picture of her pain in my mind I wish I could burn the parchment and leave remnants of ashes behind And though she feels her personal journey is not mine I will continue to parallel her stride for stride Never leave her side The beast will...

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