Scrawling Poems - Poems about Scrawling

...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. E......Read the rest...

... 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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...** 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......Read the rest...

...My crimson scribbles; there is no meaning, there is no feeling, and there will be no healing, not today at least… Horizontal, never vertical for some reason. I cannot explain, though reasoning is ......Read the rest...

...Within my quasi moat toad lily padded immediate environs Meaning the corporeal complex edifice housing these lovely bones, where linkedin logorrhea ably strives to break out in meaningless s......Read the rest...

...Each With Supersize Abstracts and an Extra Large Metaphor "Most romanticists feel deeply -- generally for themselves." -- a Realist poet of a taste for a Rational Ethics power punch lun......Read the rest...

...Far from the din of madding crowd, Away from the bustle of city life I withdrew into a solitary spot, To turn my thoughts into dazzling verse. Shelley and Shakespeare came in view, Emily and Eli......Read the rest...

..."A vast majority of human females delight in putting a baby's welfare at risk -- its entire life." -- one not "with child" or "Baby On Board" * * * But endless eons several va......Read the rest...

...A diaphanous mist hangs over me Blurring my thoughts and fancy Or is it that my Muses have gone into lazy slumber? Whatever thoughts I have, they come fragmented and scrambled In no......Read the rest...

...Murmuration of starlings high. I’m high! Low stars twinkling with wings. The trumpet’s call! As winds of war, incline, in warm wind sigh, the flock, a shock, sans enemies appall. These friends ......Read the rest...

...cool ascending ascent affirms saxophoning jazzbots like sparkling parks beneath a world walking with blurred heart I confess: I did do something somewhere at some point in t......Read the rest...

...Writing a poem is like giving birth to a baby. With the copulation of fancy and thought, Comes the moment of conception! It swims into you as a seed, so tiny, so inconspicuous Once......Read the rest...