Scrawls Poems - Poems about Scrawls

...my father is no longer here but I still have memories like the letters from his high school buddies in the armed forces at the tail end of World War 2. these letters, thankfully, were saved by ......

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...In flood the creek is still a walk over. A listless washing of the land, a hesitant flow, never meant to be a tributary, or delta of anything at all. The opaque water meanders through sunke......

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...nicknames for three kids Perky Pink, Road Runner and Sailor Girl. in blink of eye, gone and forgotten will they even remember how first i saw them in hawaiian paradise pers......

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... Not the wisping grasp against the parchment That licking click of writer as he tpyes The cold inanimates touch of skin on screen Memories only shorter I eye aye the Scottish yes Scrapes and s......

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... Not the wisping grasp against the parchment That licking click of writer as he tpyes The cold inanimates touch of skin on screen Memories only shorter I eye aye the Scottish yes Scrapes and s......

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...I wrote these lines 7 years ago, slightly edited today. Perhaps they have more meaning now than they did then. "There are so many nuts in the soup!" That's what I hear and see and it's ......

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...What a cameo in the hot harmattan eve ! Sweet soursop scents marinated with the haze And all the other ones impasse in my qui vive . Words became satisfying minting juice , Black with currents......

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... Written: May 20, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Siren stunningly sprung a sanguine sway sailboat sheaths spread, and storms swell  splendid summer shoreli......

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...[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,......

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..."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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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