Quill Pen Poems - Poems about Quill Pen

Dance with Delusions

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

- Borrowed Feathers -

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                                          Graceful elegance
                                    fashion - to aircraft design
                                           Colorful plumage
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Channels

...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 ...

Silent Gun

...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...

The Open Window

...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...

All In a Day

...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...

Well Penned, I Hope

...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...

Friday Morning

...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...

Poet

...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, ...

The Quill

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

Meeting My Other Self

...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...

Dreamers Dreaming Dreams Life Comes To Life In the Valley of the Purple Passion Flower Iris

...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 ...

Know Not When

...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 ...

Must You Go

...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
...

Heart of Timber Burns

...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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