Scrawling Poems - Poems about Scrawling

...was the whiskey and the jazz playing On too many black nights with too Many lonely women and not a poem Between them How many times can you run From the shadow of the voices that Surround you......

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...And I'm concerned, afraid, got the railroad crossing blues and the jazz that plays so low and desolation looms like the ghost of Christmas past/ And the band wraps up and it's time to go home but the......

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...The Bitter Bite of Night! Night creeps in sotto voce melding with the mellowing village life. Night, a seemingly mischievous cat, slips along incognito in its prankish mood, teasing any light ......

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..."SPIRITED GIBBERISH" Curtained eyes droop, closing, cleansing, visions. Feathering sunlight. Splintering waked-vivid lashes dreaming of the day. Eyes concealing retreat from here, to there, to wha......

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..."Spirited Gibberish" Curtained eyes droop, closing, cleansing, visions. Feathering sunlight. Splintering waked-vivid lashes dreaming of the day. Eyes concealing retreat from here, to there, to w......

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... sipping cider, and pumpkin spice nurturing joy, autumn’s sweet price blessing my heart, leaves keep falling raining grace on my life’s calling warm thoughts caress my soul’s int......

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...“When the pen falls silent that once danced to the muse’s command and when the poet’s heart no longer beats with rhyme, we realize that the poet in us is dead. It is a sad truth difficult to reckon.”......

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...(Piece is intended to be the most complex vocabulary gothic ever) Grandiloquence, mellifluous pulchritudinous, gaiety of quintessential moistening serendipity, bile deluge if you show the sangu......

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...I'm stealing a few moments from Father Time to pen my thoughts on parchment pages. I write of mirth we shared, sweet and sublime, capturing it in recorded history of us for the ages. As twili......

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...Through shadowed trails beneath the moon’s cold stare. Its Amber gaze: a burden hard to bear. This feathered prize found peace in my gut No slumber dreamt; no answer could I get. Eura......

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... In the workshop of my waking hours, I am the maker of my own day, Crafting moments with a DIY attitude, Twisting fate's threads with hands unbound. At 6 AM, I pick up my tools, Coffee ground......

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...Got to put writing aside for a bit Need to get the bookwork done The taxman is waiting He wants the numbers With dollar signs in front He doesn't care that he's taking me away From my love of w......

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...I walk the desert alone High dense sun I am the only among Struggling, but determined Maneuvering is a hard able Scrawling on the desert sand A rush of a desert wind storm Blowing and swirlin......

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...You always tell me how much you love my poetry but is that the only reason you feel drawn to me? I write Sonnets filled with love and romance for you, adoring stanzas meant to caress your heart an......

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...** A Poetry Avalanche ** Goodness! Lord! I’m on a roll this morning! The poetry keeps coming — nearly torturing! My keypad arm and fingers are alrady so tired… It’s as if The address o......

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