Pens Poems - Poems about Pens

The factories no longer exhale fumes but fillers Clanging steel is traded for selfie stick. Whip is gone but the gaze remains. Wage is still dingy and stale. Accepted without questions. When the labour was visible, we called it brutal. Children with soot in lungs, blistered hands, bodies bent before they grew. Now the soot is scrubbed, hands are clean but the bending of...

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Why do so many old pens love to write, bright light comes from a lens. Many write to their old friends. How about to boyfriends?...

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fresh picked blueberries stimulate poetic pens ~ my muse just wants pie ...

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Will pens (I'd have to think when last I dipped mine in ink) and sad to say pencils go the dodo's way become extinct or obsolete (oh no) to the average man in the street as if it weren't for junk mail no matter how large or small never mind trees and ecology wouldn't have no mail at all when I was young still a nipper a lot more...

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The soul who pens poems for a living At the end of each day what’s he taken what’s he given A perfectly gorgeous...

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The pen is mightier than the sword The pen is the copyist of every word Just don’t combine “pen is” as a paper headline once did report And it might be mightier because it seeks pleasure and not war Freedom, intelligence, creativity, determination and diligence All found in the written sentence Some say the pen husk plastic is a polluter I contend...

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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 in a song of solace from creating with its humbling thrill given stroke by stroke to designs discovering thought arias poetic murals lit in symphonic chiaroscuro for embroidered...

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___" Paper and Pens " . . . She found paper and a pen, then wrote down her feelings, creating something amazing. She got lost in writing, or you could say, poetry....

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Where do all the pens go that's what I wanna know Did we give them to friends who might keep them (depends) Maybe burglars stole them but not jewelry or gem Or snagged by the goblins scribbling with impish grins They might move, we forget --the final place it set In a pile of papers those inky escapers Did they all take a hike their pens' union on...

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Hold my hand to teach me how to write Take me to the library. I need to shed light On a few words that I have never seen before Teach me how to spell, that can open a new door For my future. I want to learn. I’m eager to learn Feed my starving brain and help the minorities too Let’s...

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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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"The pen is mightier than the sword" Said the towns' poet, a bit of a bard, To the Chief of the military, Challenged him to a duel, gave his shiny card The card had his house no. and plot The challenge? A battle to death To see who will rot, The Chief sharpened swords, the poet simply read They got in battle, in...

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Pens for whom to share their writings for whom to share their feelings for whom to share their thinkings Pens to which it's a friend more than a foe to which it could be full or hollow to which i would love to show Pens from the tube to the nib to the schoolbook from feathers to fountains to...

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We who spangle wet eyes, salute proudly our unflinching eyebrows. We are the rubber band of rubber soldiers; we who bundle the truth up-tight, we war poets that never served demand respect. Some world weary solders even claim they buried God in a foreign field. “How sad” we say and pray for those of such little faith. We untested poets simply ask that those in...

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Chances she had to be disruptive, Like others try out The Abortive And like them unleash The Eruptive, But she chose to be The Supportive: For the legs that hop a bit a prop, To pens asking for more ink "Don't stop". Soup I thank for proving me active On matters hyping not The Native. Tower she does with clean objective, Her actions...

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