Quill Pen Poems - Poems about Quill Pen

... Dancing with delusions, sparks of hellfire Course through my lugubrious quill pen. Distorted words igniting fear, Anxiety fills crevices, Encircling, silencing, Asphyxiating. Walls c......

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... Graceful elegance fashion - to aircraft design Colorful plumage ......

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...God said nothing, wrote nothing, this is how the mystery works; the soul of mankind is a radio, a quill, pen, a stylus, or tablet. The eyes of the mind are a TV through which God speaks and ......

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...The crimson sun still up as she woefully walks in an abandoned rustic railways; Her feet ~ as heavy as the stale steel rails almost buried in forgotten soil; Her hands as cold as tombstone plat......

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...Poetry just budding to child In the embryo of my soul To step down the earth Depressed with my accustomed efforts Of creating poetry – Declined to emerge as usual In the coarse paper To get pr......

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...All alone By the side of the Creek Dreaming and Even Feeling the Gusts of wind Have Interfered with my Joyful repose Keeping Little Musings Notes to myself On a Parchment, inked by......

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...Would my poetry improve if I used a posh pen A fountain or quill, as was used back when People took pride in all that they did Not like these days, anything for a quid Where are the inkwells that......

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...I sit and think of programs that assign values to words that are wrote love and hate and in envy are words that of passion may be but value nothing to the values of the machine angles......

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...Words my mouth cannot find to speak Flow from my pen with grace and ease. Fated to the page, give me ink To fight and battle with the quill. With banners of beauty and truth Facing, fearless, ......

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...It can soothe or it can kill because nothing is as powerful as the quill.......

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...Yesterday, I took out my new quill pen and a bottle of ink. I sat down at an antique table, lit a half-burned candle and dipped my quill; I wrote on a yellowed pad of calligraphic......

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...P.S. the trick KEY to reading my style poetry is normal voice / Mild Voice \ LOUD VOICE a tap'in Clap'in SNAP"IN neat Beat my Treat Hip Hop pop'in off VOODOO Poetry the other White MEET As ......

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...Warmth of your splendor touched me today something in my mind said ‘Feel My Way’ My heart smiled - together we are now one He said, ‘Eternal Life Promise from the Son’ My voice spoke ......

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...Must you go now And cross the bridge When the river is flooded With your own tears? Must you leave now And walk away Shamefully with tears Rolling down your face? Must you think now ......

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...A sacred heart of timber; With embers in ashes set apart; So consumed in words torn apart And burning into red embers. Though big boys shed no tears So in mine own eyes look never, With words o......

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