Penned Poems - Poems about Penned

... Metaphors penned with psychedelic ink most times present as imagery, forthright. But, if they're scanned again- readers may think a nuance has come forth in a new light. To say one ......Read the rest...

...Where goest thou soul? have you split again into your kaleidoscope frame in the body so vestigial contained what if there is not one Other but many that enter inside waiting to stake claim ......Read the rest...

... Today I’m thankful for the ability to dance and for having read the words of people like Vicki Baum…a gifted Austrian writer Who through her writing helped to make our world a little brighter ......Read the rest...

...My twilight Dream Catcher. Sweet melodies tug at my heart strings. The waves roll in as the blue whale sings. As empty moonbeams fade, In the cosmos evenly laid. Layers of complexity. ......Read the rest...

...Not tethered to a soul, I walk alone, A captain on this course, my heart my own. No master's hand directs my wandering feet, My path unfolds, a tapestry complete. My essence blooms, a garden wi......Read the rest...

...Strophe O Grandpa Davis who gave me my skill My art talents ,organic, came from you Sorry I haven’t praised you ,now .I will Your art and talents I admire you so Your art is an inspiration......Read the rest...

...Quite far we have traversed, in pursuit of goals we chose, Through troubles and trepidations of seasons in throes; Sometimes reveling sunshine, sometime in glum of shadows, Always together~ on bar......Read the rest...

... Bozo the clown is ready to begin, in Cuba, Fidel Castro starts his reign. Buddy Holly meets a horrible end, Charles de Gaulle is back on top again. Motown now brings us a whole lotta soul, ......Read the rest...

...In the night sky, a lone star's light, My heart's scar, a poetic sight. It murmurs tales of yearning, woe, Inspiriting words that I bestow. Loneliness, my muse, its bitter caress, Directs my p......Read the rest...

... When the words don’t lure me with their muse, Desire to pour out hopes, dreams, light that bleeds, Wetting the beauty of my heart’s best seeds, Emptying the feelings, once caged by......Read the rest...

... He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire, fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines, reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries, the edges of a pasture, clever......Read the rest...

...Hilda Auerbach Morley with originality penned poetry feelings spontaneous , so organique become an open format unique ......Read the rest...

...Still wrestling with impasse to contentment Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog just me and mine dark shadow slinking along outer limits of the edge of night doth blog passivity, the p......Read the rest...

... If I could have chose to love another, And the heavens had fallen from the sky, And the fields which offer little or no hope, Would I have chosen another love, or die? If the ravages wi......Read the rest...

...A black, dark scarred burden hides inside my tired divide Will you help me dig the hole that's deep enough to bury this sadness inside? If I can ever get a word in, will you hear what's inside my t......Read the rest...