Scribbles Poems

I Wonder If You

I just wonder...

If you would have loved me
if you had not read the imperfect sonnet
that I wrote for you in a piece of paper
adorning it with petals of roses:
my first scribble of love to you 

If you would have heard the jingles
of the anklets of my mind
when she enacted with graceful moves
and expressed her yearnings

White and Crimson Scribbles

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 out of my control: deadly even, hopefully. Perhaps there is an ease to holding the handle of serrated metal, of ragged glass or

A Girl With Poor Handwriting

As The Note-Taking Girl scribbles
And absentmindedly quibbles 
Her fingers are animated wriggles
Churning out eccentric squiggles:
Letters of Ever Clumsy Angles,
One like a creeper that tangles,
As many like threads in singles, 
Wherefore her teacher openly wrangles 
And after explosion stiffly dangles
Before her the option of A Street Hawker
Bearing a case with or without a locker
And around patrolling

Scribbles of a Chaotic Mind

Sometimes my pen glides ever so smoothly down these old and worn out pages
Where blots of an ink of careless treading left me anxious and vigilant for my next line of perfect cursive. 

A carefree child once scribbled her thoughts and plans like she has endless pages in her wake
without any fear of what the

'scribbles'

We scribble on people's hearts without knowing
We leave marks all over
We are accountable for what we say and do
Let's try to be aware of our impact on others
People sometimes needs a smile
Needs that reminder of their importance
They say we should know our worth
Reminders couldn't hurt either
At times the negative voices in our heads gets the

Someday I'Ll Travel

one day I'll travel in the sky
like a star, like a star,
that mortals will see me no more
like before, like before
but to which state will i be driven,
that will be sudden, sudden, sudden!
and still like the charge of lightning
I will charge unremitting
and still like video recorded
i will appear sacred and detailed,
at the inevitable checkpoint
and be

Simple Scribbles and Rambling Lines

I write upon mountains from whence I view the sea
soothed by the rhythmic motion of the tide
my muse goes into overdrive
Soon my pretty notebook
is bursting with simple scribbles and rambling lines
as I watch a heron stalking its prey

I’ve a picnic to eat as I go on my way 
and I’ll sketch vivid purple columbines,
then re

SCRIBBLES ON MY MIND

[Verse 1]
I’ve got scribbles on my mind
Whispers dancing out of time
Random echoes on the breeze
You and blue, it’s poetry
A penny buys a mystery
A kiss might solve the rest
Can sapphire come from two
Or just from hearts undressed?

[Pre-Chorus]
Raindrops like fingers fall
You flush, I feel it all
Silky shadows rush and spin
Should I dare to step in?

[Chorus]
What if it’s

Incredible Scribbles From An Indelible Pen

Assailed and held prisoner in my bedroom, I fret
Wondering why mad blood seized my head
Inserting an undue threat
Concealed in the seal of the thread

Running through a bevy of thoughts
Silly at best, folly at worst
Waltzing in my bliss boats in tail coats
As thoughts tumble and fumble at first

Interrogating motives
Banging my head against wintry walls
In ludicrous locomotives
That

Scribbles

These words;
Scribbles of an untrained hand;
Thoughts of an unlit mind;
Transposed unrefined to these pages.
Certainly these scribbles;
Shall of the literate stomachs, turn.
Capabilities; of a *****habilis and a homo
sapien
Who compares?
These scribbles
Like the stars at night
When the sun goes into hiding
Lights up an already dark sky
If ever of these trashes men behold;
Against the scribbler; of no grudge

Scribbles and Squiggles

Anacreontic Verse, for Edward Ebbs's Contest 
Written January 16, 2016

   I red of your blue
             in strange yellow ink
     While viewing your lips
              

Some People Say He Scribbles

Some people say he scribbles when
they see that boy draw.
But once I took a closer look;
this is what I saw.

I saw imagination in
every shape he drew.
Where loopy circles interlocked,
he had colored blue.

Stick figures walked across his page,
but at a second glance,
I noticed one or two of them
had done a little dance!

He’s very young to focus

Scribbles

Coffee, one, two, three with lots of fee
The body struggles to stay awake
The mind wants to be free
The bed is so far to take
This captive of sleep
The body's slave to keep
The mind wants to flee

In the dark when most are resting
This captive of sleep is feasting
On the mind's wild treasure
Of words known and unknown
Of words

Meaningless Scribbles

As deities undress 
Sidesaddle the monk
Who’s utterly confused
To see atrocities wax
A sculpting bulldozing 
Branding a blueprint 
Spewed unto man
Irrigating sewage 
Leaking in shoes
Stomping out dogma 
In spangled shawls 
Confetti balloons fall
As subjectivity subjects 
Each a unique nook 
To harbor opinions
Cultivating folly trees 
Aiding sleeps process 
As conclusions draw
Brisk as a piece
Fired on whiteboards 
Washing whitewaters
Drifting

Scribbles of Sullivano

Erotic as an ape —Karl Shapiro

I am not an ape
I am simply a ghost
I am not erotic
I am simply a ghost
Once I kissed Meenie
I love Meenie Okay
But I am not erotic
I am simply a ghost
-Sullivano

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