Scrawls Poems - Poems about Scrawls

...[Non-Fictional Preface: Fictional Old Folks Home/Apparition] "This is the story of two friends, both considered themselves start-up writers, whereas, one who was a bit more of an upstart,......Read the rest...

..."Robert Frosts', friend, Edward Thomas was an indecisive fellow, until that one day they took the other road Edward wanted, and of course, Robert's piece was not Edward's choice to say th......Read the rest...

...Eyes of a pup glistened so bright Before the day turned into night A tedious day I had to fight Cause I’m fearful of some sharp bite There I was walking in the street Booking a seat for meet ......Read the rest...

...White foam crashes with memories of conversations here, an awful date there; welcoming steam floats around work deadlines, lecture notes and scrawls. Cupped hands warm around porcelain gossips wi......Read the rest...

...ahhh keep me held within your loving arms stay tick tick tock time ticks on so march with time stop whirls whips swirls confusion the entangled thoughts still settle in......Read the rest...

...Autumn draws closer day by day From far is heard The screeching of a lone bird Voicing its dismay aloud Over the impending fall Here the moss scrawls Ugly pictures on the bark of ......Read the rest...

...I remember the words I wrote; most of them, some of them. Angry scrawls spewing out; a pen scratching spitting ink. Blood from my eyes attacking the note. Bourbon spilling on a pounded tab......Read the rest...

...The kerfuffle began when the K&K's concocted a plan to be special beyond breakfast. To be silent, written, but never heard was simply absurd. Penned in by N's K's lovely voice was kybosched......Read the rest...

...the world lulled into a waltz tis blurry who talks the talk hopscotch scrawls who walks the walk future visions blow hot and cold life with no purpose gets mighty old seems high five a......Read the rest...

...I sat by the dewy morning grass, as a robin drew scrawls in the air with her melodious voice. The sun's gaze prickled my skin, as the breeze twirled between evergreen leaves of a Willow tree. ......Read the rest...

...The Mountains of the Dead I’ve seen the mountains of the dead, the worn-down hobnailed boots, a child’s pathetic pair of shoes, those ladies’ hee......Read the rest...

...Mine instrument pens not to laurels win, nor scribbles it one note for foolish fun; no sentiment it scrawls with violin, on spinets old no fairy tale homespun; for Wisdom judges doodling ......Read the rest...

...Thoughts appear in bubbles I scratch and cross them out Cover them in scribbles Suffocating self doubt My mind is full of scrawls Of half formed thoughts and thinks Reminders of shortfalls R......Read the rest...

...Its pools of elastic black oil that pulls lines and curves spaces pausing words a flick of a tale a flick of a tail tendrilled T's that stretch and yawn U's that capture like cups O's that don......Read the rest...

...Imagine a line i wrote and as you read it you realise your reading it in your... ................................... ................................... ................................... ..........Read the rest...