Scrawled Poems - Poems about Scrawled

...Title: Children of Broken Promises (25 Lines) They signed their names in ink made of blood, A treaty scrawled on the bones of the poor. They shook hands under marble skies, While cities burned......

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... When you leave, turn the lights off— It matters not to me, For I am the last subtraction From the sum of humanity. The stars have blinked their final light, Planets turned to dust, The gala......

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... You left the chair, but not the room, The silence clings, a flower in bloom. The kettle waits muted, cold and dry, Empty spaces haunt me as I go by. No space is bare, if love stayed there, Y......

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...She appears like a quiet flow of gentle timeless and pure glowing show from a waterfall of sustenance. Smooth skin, angelic sweet of a gift touching my demonic diary memoirs, frozen in time as......

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... This poem is featured on YouTube (The Convergence point with Dr. Ivan Edwards), bringing its words to life through spoken expression. A gas station on the edge of the city, Neon lights buzzin......

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...In the frostbitten belly of Russia’s spine, Where the stars are mute and the sun won’t shine, A man with chains and a shattered past, Counts the heartbeats that may be his last. He once wore la......

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...They stood like rhymes on fencepost spines with wisdom scrawled in shaving thymes— a roadside gospel, terse and sweet that preached with meter, grit, and heat. Rosemary likes a clean-shave......

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...Season of violet grief A day of navy oaths The weather a dim pink hush— ghosts of past, my muse. I accidentally wrote a letter scrawled on pale paper— Guess, my June, what spills forth when......

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... 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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...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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