Quills Poems - Poems about Quills

Deep in the forest, where gnarly trees grow There's a kingdom called Poetry, where verses never cease to flow Anyone could challenge for the throne who had poetic skill Then would begin the battle, the battle of the quills! The king was challenged for the throne by a poet named Will The king weaved...

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"The Velvet Touched Feathered Quills of Mysterious Books" Escape arrives easily when everything’s ugly deep diving into the swelling pursed lips of smooth purring magi seen naked in the skinny dipped honeyed pools of pausing poetry kissing the tongues of mysterious books tracing fingers over their soft flimsy pages their velvet touched feathered quills hooked removing covers slowly imprinting new movements like scoring symphonies Escape arrives...

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“Quills” he sent paper planes over air waves dodging silver bullet’s brain some kind of feathery love poetic sword plucking at the tight-stitched up like John Donne unlacing amuse voluptuous for that harmonious chime (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) “Poet's Soul Asunder Quill” (Casino Versus Japan-Blue Vacation) XavieRinato 19.6.2009 qui il qui elle https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/50340/to-his-mistress-going-to-bed https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/voluptuous_bullets_1215553...

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as soon as this latest plague is over and the riots dampen a bit, the gentle muse can be coaxed from the leper's mask and rubble, to pick up the quill and start scribing about frogs-flowers and fawns or maybe It'll be inspired by a goose that offered it's feather for the cause-...

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It all begins in the darkest part of our empty souls. When we realize we won't or can't possibly reach our goal. We gnash out bloodied teeth, crying to a crimson sky,  Lashing out..... "Why, why, why?" So we bring out our heavy clubs and our iron chains. And just like Nazis kill people with our words and ignorant quills and propagandized brains. There's...

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The poets are the quills of God. The quills write down the masterpieces that cause chills along the spine, goosebumps, tears of the pleasure in godly rhymes that feed into the treasure of poetry. The quills write down as well the platitudes, the clichés that, to tell the truth, are different on spelling only. The countless graphomaniacs and the lonely true poets who,...

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Pointless Quills What of humor’s quick and barbed defense so thrilled me in its parry-thrust dismay hid me beneath its thicket dense a demon come to curse – not pray used me as the sword of anger’s wrath poison spittle foaming on my tongue slashing at the shadows of my past a warrior commissioned much too young. Loneliness – cold comforts fearful ruse recoiling...

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two quills and a rose on the same wooden table love triangle...

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