Little pieces of scribbled paper
On the desk all around me
Some of them I was reading later
Some words I can’t properly see
Pen didn’t write well as usual
Some letters are hard to make out
Not that I felt it was crucial
But I had to learn what it’s about
You were telling the news of your world
And I would write down after you
Some unfamiliar word I’ve heard
Then we’d look up together what new
Does it tell or it’s the same meaning
As always it used to be
Little pieces of paper now a memory thing
When I go, let them burn with me.
Categories:
scribbled, love, memory,
Form: Rhyme
this man tries hard
with word to weave
his loves clear worn
plain ‘pon his sleeve
not meant as gripes
midst rationed fears
but more shall quell
those metered tears
his pen thus bleeds
for loves quite lost
one heart born bare
for scheming’s cost
still oft’ he dreams
now chances slim
someone will write
sweet poems …
for him.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden
Categories:
scribbled, analogy, poets, writing,
Form: Rhyme
this man tries hard
with word to weave
his loves clear worn
plain ‘pon his sleeve
not meant as gripes
midst rationed fears
but more shall quell
those metered tears
his pen thus bleeds
for loves quite lost
one heart born bare
for scheming’s cost
still oft’ he dreams
now chances slim
someone will write
sweet poems …
for him.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 12, 2023
Categories:
scribbled, introspection, longing, love, me,
Form: Rhyme
Something exceptional in this
world of written words we once shared
Minutes turned into hours spent
opened hearts soon had cared
Consequences meaningful or
at least they were to me
Nights you spent in my dreams,
from you I could not be free
Craved your music evermore,
your voice did not deceive
Knowing the gentle touch of our
lips would be heaven to receive
Special moments scribbled back and
forth left an everlasting impression
Ultimately accomplished only
left me to then question
Still generously and unhesitatingly
I relaxed walls I built
Realizing the extraordinary
good fortune not guilt
When you left soon my words
lost meaning soon it was unveiled
Tidal volume of pain within
me as i then exhaled
Unique love unlikely,
possibilities were now dismissed
Leaving me heartbroken,
dagger in my chest as you twist
Categories:
scribbled, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
October's moon sets glass aglow
as Jack Frost's etchings start to show.
Not ready to pass the baton;
Autumn's hesitant to move on.
And Scarecrows swaying in the breeze;
let crows come and go as they please.
In farmers' fields, no seeds will grow
as Nature starts to take things slow.
Colors seem scribbled in crayon;
hastily: as if freely drawn.
And Fall canopies play striptease:
as temperatures drop degrees.
December shares November's snow;
when Winter winds begin to blow.
Alas, the songbirds are long gone:
while nights get cold, 'twixt dusk and dawn.
And everything soon starts to freeze;
awaiting Spring to green the trees.
Categories:
scribbled, 10th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Lay
I’m a page of the book of life
Once pure and lure and white as white
Oh! Now tinged with too many inks
Still many are waiting to scribble a few.
With puny hands some wrote me soft
Some are harsh they tear my heart
Supple hands draw labyrinth lines
My prosaic precincts some plundered and pierced.
Now the book is with a naughty child
He tears the pages as he please
One by one or bunches of many
My weary long page will last in his jest.
Contest Name : Non Human
Categories:
scribbled, books, child, life, metaphor,
Form: Personification
tactic theories tamed
by moaning brain
callous crescendoes' bait
airy acumen craved
felon feasts fostered
hoity twin triggered
rusty rules reeled
raging rumple reek
punctured politics' spree
dark dances dribbled
saucy syllables scribbled
did curves cripple
lanky lust birthed
vying veil's verge.
'20:03:21:11:01
Note: Dedicated to Plato.
Categories:
scribbled, hero,
Form: Sonnet
tactic theories tamed
by moaning brain
callous crescendoes' bait
airy acumen craved
felon feasts fostered
hoity twin triggered
rusty rules reeled
raging rumple reek
punctured politics' spree
dark dances dribbled
saucy syllables scribbled
did curves cripple
lanky lust birthed
vying veil's verge.
'20:03:21:11:01
Note: Dedicated to Plato.
Categories:
scribbled, hero,
Form: Sonnet
THE SCRIBBLED UNIVERSE
Of cadence
And rhythm
And rhyme we seek
When putting pen to paper
The words becoming lively
And their life
Becomes our pleasure
For imparting
As we long to do
Upon the parchment written
Our souls pour forth
Their meaning
Though to some
Are largely hidden
With banter
Wit and melancholy
What flows forth
Has its vision
‘Ere we are urged
By sacred things
As on a Preacher’s mission
While deep inside
Our stories lurk
To use us for
Their telling
Once in awhile
We chance upon one
Good enough for selling
Though money be not
The object nay
Our story’s more revealing
To tell it is
Our truest aim
From within
My pen is stealing
As verse or prose
Or sonnet sweet
They do linger
Ever near
In truth they’re
Only longing for
An anticipating ear
For words create
And build a world
We’d not have
‘Ere we wrote it
For their lore and wonder
Like a Bible
We do quote it
While scratching out
My quills delight
An element of awe
For what was once
Alone and blank
Now scribbled of
The Universe I saw
Categories:
scribbled, creation, imagination, meaningful, perspective,
Form: I do not know?
I am plagued by blinding insanity,
Living tortured and alone; cruel fatality,
Pushing against the walls of reality,
Looking for distraction in material vanity,
Finding no solace; only a mirror of anxiety,
Some seek the answer in desperate piety,
Others seek power and excellence financially,
Or seek it in arms of lover's fantasy,
I have yet to find that intangible bliss; happy,
This is why I scribble for sanity.
Categories:
scribbled, angst, anxiety, crazy, depression,
Form: Rhyme
i stare at the walls
blank mind
and paper
laugh back
has the ink run dry
from pen, or thoughts
dried from mind?
i know the motion
upturn wrist
press firmly...
cut deep
bleed free
feel pain, relieve pain,
relive again
awaken my mind
so it bleeds
flows outward
from within
one thought
one trickle
one moment of darkness
spilling across sheets of white
either way, i bleed again!
Categories:
scribbled, writing,
Form: Free verse
I've Scribbled This Song For You...
I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,
I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,
now I stagger along,
wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,
yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,
soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,
at my foolish grin...
now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,
but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,
and now...
now I stagger along,
wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,
so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,
la laa laa la laa laa laa...
(repeat to fade)
:-)
Categories:
scribbled, beautiful, beauty, boyfriend, cry,
Form: I do not know?
Scribbled words hastily written are hard to decipher
were found in a folder attached to an important document,
it wouldn't ever been brought to light and know flair...
hadn't I not searched for an old picture, reminiscing sentiment,
sadly locked for ages in that file cabinet drawer to hide a secret.
The scribbled words of an original manuscript is a priceless treasure,
their meaning is not obliterated from memory or time, if read aloud;
sometimes non-sense words make sense and don't seem obscure
when the code has been deciphered, they can be clearly understood...
and letting them out of the darkness, they flee right into the bright world!
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Joe Maverick's contest, " Occlusion "
Categories:
scribbled, memory, words,
Form: Quintain (English)