Scrawled Poems - Poems about Scrawled

... phenomena light vibrant frozen frills of layered energy exhilerating diintegrating dramas pervasive impulsive spheres scrawled quasars consc......

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...Sebastian couldn’t live without saving the walls His paint covering over dire messages scrawled All passersby witnessed each canvas restored Reframing dark alleys with hope everm......

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...I. The Hour of Approach The poem I was writing refused to end— it kept writing me. Blood didn't ink these lines— the ink bled me. Each stanza a hidden-hematoma across......

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... ‘All the world ‘s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.’ (As You Like it Act 2, Scene 7) (A Son......

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...Tell me, my friend, does infinity not unsettle your reason, or is it a comfort—to believe it meaningless? Look beyond the rust of your disbelief— this isn’t the frostbitten dogma you im......

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... The title page, a stark and silent plea, Beneath the weight of anonymity. No gilded name, no flourish to declare, Just words that breathe and stories hanging there. Who was the hand that pe......

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... The title page, a stark and silent plea, Beneath the weight of anonymity. No gilded name, no flourish to declare, Just words that breathe and stories hanging there. Who was the hand that penn......

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...Anger smolders like burning coals; igniting flames, consuming souls. The Gaza Strip is bombed in mass, and hearts shatter like fragile glass. Torrid tongues of fire lick the sky, tasti......

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...In halls of stone where echoes weep.. Beneath the earth, the secrets sleep. A tome of fate, with binding black.. Scrawled in blood.. no turning back. A thousand hands have turned its page.......

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...The dresses on the rack were never mine. Their seams whispered secrets I couldn’t keep, stitched for girls who walked like petals in the breeze, who folded themselves small enough to disappear. I......

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... A sea of faces lifted to the sun, banners rippling, a kaleidoscope of hope, voices rising, a chorus against the storm. Footsteps echoing on concrete, a rhythmic pulse, a pilgrimage of the w......

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...The deep, heartfelt ache, heaviness piled onto shoulders; the feeling of unattainable past experiences, the moments of mere temporary bliss, the unavoidable changes. No permanency tacked down,......

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...In the copper-clad cradle of time where gears whir fugues to forgotten dreams..... the fog—a somnolent specter—drifts..... veiling the calculus of progress a manuscript etched by steam and soot. ......

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...Allah's Love In realms where stars ignite with fire, Where silence throbs with hidden desire, There dwelt Allah, unbound and free, A god of flame, of lust’s decree. The dusk caressed his mol......

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...The blackboards loom, a silent witness to that day— I glimpsed her, and my chest tightened. Only god noticed how I held my breath. Chalk-scented classrooms, her pen tapping desk, My eyes fixed ......

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