Quill Poems - Poems about Quill

...Lemon tinted phase gilded skyline blown by ethereal fused mist eager bard imbued opal dream flotilla beyond tarnish while flash point chariots of gleam-well canvass astir or astern perfo......Read the rest...

...In the thicket forgotten of deeply anchored thoughts, Where ideas nest, across time and tailored spaces, There I stand, guardian of the undimmed realm, the archivist of the flame That knows not ex......Read the rest...

...We, the generation of '50, Time-travelers with stardust in our hair, with memories planted in pockets, Rooted in decades embraced by change, souls adorned with the dawn of the post-war world. We s......Read the rest...

...Last winter I refilled my blackened quill with a dose of your sensual sonnets, allowing your soothing voice to be the maestro~ reawakening a cathartic infatuation, whilst drunk on sy......Read the rest...

...(To be sang to the tune of "Cruella DeVil" from Disney's 101 Dalmatians) Novella DeVil. Novella DeVil. She writes to humour, To move and to thrill. She stirs her readers feelings With her......Read the rest...

...I envy the poets The ones who can disentangle the threads of their thoughts And smoothen them out on paper Each word, each letter, each curve of their quill laden with meaning, passion and ......Read the rest...

... In the heart of the city, where stories unfurl, Stands a bookstore, my haven in a whirl. Shelves adorned with tales that swirl, Each book a treasure, each page a pearl. I, the guardian of......Read the rest...

...Wordsworth wrote, in 'Splendor in the Grass,' about the glory that can be found in the flower. He alluded to a love that had long since passed, like clock hands tick off each second an......Read the rest...

... Title 3/ Confluence Quote:  Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses. Confucius In the poetic story of my life, I hesitate and ponder 'don't be so obvious,' but whatever I am thinking......Read the rest...

... Oh gorgeous maiden, with pensive smile. You will write well, I can tell by your style. In a garden you saunter, so flush with pink, Your quill shall require so much fre......Read the rest...

... “This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.” Rumi My poetic beginnings  emanate f......Read the rest...

...If rain poured in susurrating sounds of unshed tears, will ungrateful dialects change their insincere expressions of speech, or will this unheard voice forever be lost as echoes with......Read the rest...

... O beloved rose in my garden of fairy-lamps, would you bloom in hues of stardust? let the daffodil moon envy this fragrant field of immortal lyrics~ for I’ll treat you with kindness,......Read the rest...

...I the chalice Overflow with letters Sylabuls similes vowels Fusing them together Written by the feather A quill in the past Now on a tablet Notebook with biro The words still flow Poet......Read the rest...

...DEAD RECKONING That stain of guilt, it haunts me still And it will live with me until The end of days, when that arrives As we account for all our lives In that moment one pays the bill A v......Read the rest...