Pens Poems - Poems about Pens

...I wrote these lines 7 years ago, slightly edited today. Perhaps they have more meaning now than they did then. "There are so many nuts in the soup!" That's what I hear and see and it's ......Read the rest...

... sculptured soulful words are our endless streams quenching mountains and plains’ thirst as golden pens glut the barren lands with songs ......Read the rest...

...In the vast and verdant landscape of African literature, a constellation of luminous stars once shone bright, their radiant light illuminating the complexities of a continent’s soul. O Achebe, A......Read the rest...

...Gershon's fab writing reaches like a preacher, he's a retired teacher, and poet extraordinaire, with phenomenal flair. His humor is witty, he hails from Chicago city. He deserves more views,......Read the rest...

...Drops hit my head. I don’t move. I close my eyes and feel and count. When I eat dinner, I help them organize the spoons. After a productive day, I go back to my room. Back to counting the drops ......Read the rest...

... So many books So little time How can I read them all? So many words, so many thoughts. So many visions, so many hearts. So many moments caught by pens… Moments when the light slowly seepe......Read the rest...

...Fugitive Truth -Asad Chowdhury Reciter - Shimul Mustapha Fugitive truth, where did they all go? In bottled milk, rice bowls! Nowhere to know! In the restaurants, hotels, salons In a library a......Read the rest...

...To Live and Breathe Creating …for some time again to rapidly wing into joy creating with words as heartbeats and lines each sketched for breath as these pens with their inks draw......Read the rest...

...No secret poets are fond of stars and dreaming -- of gazing and seeming: using one's mind as a portal, focusing crystal -- using the heart, to capture as a vessel, all that is clean and unc......Read the rest...

...Dusk marks stygian depths of this eldritch eve quay grim specter beneath the moon's silvery sheath surf cleaves with a hiss as the banshees keen weave lure to the thicket where shadows deceive yet be......Read the rest...

... I've seen you through a past sunrise; sunshine. You are like heat, warm to indulge in Identify you, connect with you, and more. Living in a world that is filled with poetry Opening the skies ......Read the rest...

... Words drift, pounding – a heartbeat, Memorized by my dreams, Sometimes painful – sometimes weak, Sometimes fading – sometimes sweet. Words flow through the rivers of my soul, Sof......Read the rest...

...I’m writing with pen. Scribbling and doodling. Writing a rough draft. Then an even rougher draft. Falling asleep and knocking coffee all over my pages. Using up my whole notebook. Running to th......Read the rest...

...SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CHICAGO FIELD OFFICE I ALWAYS KNEW SOMETHING WAS OFF WITH ALAN I MEAN AFTER ALL HE WAS ACTUALLY WORKING FOR WANNABE MOBSTERS CIRO GARGANO WHO T......Read the rest...

...The only immortal beings are the poets... in whose heart the hourglass of the cosmos turns, Their words are the blood coursing through the veins of eternity, And every verse they whisper is a star......Read the rest...