Pen Poems - Poems about Pen

with pen in hand sonnets written on a scroll ~ love finds the answer...

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Hypervigilant are both dogs Fat and juicy, built like farm hogs They are in a huge pen with plenty to do Do they know that I, their gatekeeper, is watching them too? I am vastly aware how fast they are As I open the gate, not far from a car Being knocked down by the front gate Is pretty often now my...

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S-ilent A-uthor's R-eliable I-nk S-moothly D-esigns I-magery, N-aturally G-iving L-ife A-s S-imple A-s N-ame ©bfa042725 Monocrostic (Birthday of Saris C. Dinglasan) ...

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My pen is mourning the agonies and the sufferings Of my people, who are drowning in the sea of misery. My keyboard' strokes are shadowing the slow rhythms Of the wandering beggar, who's lost in the sanctuary. My voice denounces the filthy cholera and the injustices, Which are punishing the weakest souls of the valley. A tiny oligarchy is meagerly being...

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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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Skeleton Pen Can I write you a letter? On blank paper. I’m already dead. Underground resting in shadows rest. All dance on my grave. In the moonlight, stay up late. No tears for me. Always free in the cemetery. All be waiting for ya. Always thinking about you. All leave the darkness on. Write poetry...

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When my heart sings, I write it down. When pain brings me to tears, when my soul cries out for release, I write my hopes and fears. Maybe its bad, maybe its profound; it doesn't matter to me. It matters just to write it here; to make what isn't, be. Is it more true on this...

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The fountain pen ran off giggling and lost his pants Leaving a string of letters, none of them seemed by chance How dare he think he can write? Said my non-amused muse angry enough to give him some really mean reviews He’s just a pen, a one-trick pony! Blue and plastic, common, bony! The pen came back to hear my thoughts I’ve...

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Hand trembles above, Ink waits, a demanding flow, Words must find their shape. ©bfa042425 ...

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I place my pen so painfully on the page Ink stains so sinister Too dark for the heart to feel over again And over again And again I feel my heart launch inside my throat Choking me Breath which used to come to easily Thoughts once produced so placidly So readily Fade suddenly Fog...

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"I love night, because at night, I don’t have to be someone— Running codes with syntax and logic. At night, I can be what I’ve always longed to be— A poet, And weave all the magic with my pen. Night feels so much like me... Dark, silent, with a cold breeze, Peaceful—silencing every noise, And alive, hearing only my heart’s voice. During the day, I...

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What you don't know about writing is that it doesn't know you, until the two of you are willing to stew a mess of your own - brewing your blood's greatest enigmas right down to its own bone marrow - why not say hello, at least?...

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She was well-versed in writing, With words which touches the heart more than the pierce of a nose ring, Her characters are bold, With a nature both haughty and cold. Elizabeth did find her Darcy at last, Though she did not explore him much, Like finding a piece of creamy cake after hours of fast, And finding someone who is one such! She...

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Embezzlement or error.? To jail.? Or maybe never.? One is Now heading the I M F thats sure clear.' The other awaits Her fate I now hear.? Judging by the position of her peer Here.. What will the E U? and court dish out.? Well its un-clear.! I don't think she'll get the same carriage lagarde did.' The gravy Train...

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What is poetry but harnessing the thing of grace that's most dear to us and crave most to embrace What is poetry but expressions of the heart when lovers suffer from being torn apart What is poetry but the voice of pain the undertaking that keeps you sane What is poetry but outright fascination born from godlike power of creation AP: Honorable Mention...

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