Scribbles Poems - Poems about Scribbles

... Crude stones should be tossed into the stream to experience the hobby of life- the art of loving everything anything... to be exposed to all the fiery scribbles that come with it. But fleck......Read the rest...

...I start drawing a swirl. Than a scribble. I can’t really control my poetry. The way I can’t control how many people throw coins into a fountain. Or what their wishes are… But bodies of water alw......Read the rest...

...Bookwell Primary scratched scribbles on a slate a poem for Mum......Read the rest...

...Poetry Soup Is… A place to post words and be heard a platform for prose, a poet’s eatery A sonneteer’s palace, for the sagacious or the absurd A silver chalice that pours golden poetry Rhymed......Read the rest...

...I bleed poetry to heal through midnight confessions. Mistress’s ink does not seek your caramelized validation; it has no desire to please your feed of presumed perfection. I’ve never......Read the rest...

... I never intended to be a poet I just liked to write, ever since a child I was scribbling on paper; at that age nothing really made much sense, but, I liked them and taped m......Read the rest...

...I’m writing with pen. Scribbling and doodling. Writing a rough draft. Then an even rougher draft. Falling asleep and knocking coffee all over my pages. Using up my whole notebook. Running to th......Read the rest...

...I stand with a treasure map, no X to mark the spot. A scattering of clues, roadmaps of endless dots. Your name is on an envelope, surely that’s proof enough? But it’s faded, invisible ink, a......Read the rest...

...i am the one they call number 8 you'll find me writing in the empty space rough, black scribbles in a white background it helps to block out the noise i don't know how old i am ......Read the rest...

... Her heart was whirling, swirling, twirling inside the eye of a whirlwind, ......Read the rest...

...“Love, is a prompt, that utterly inspires the sleepless stars above grieving grass, so let the wind and waves be the music to the heart that longs in euphonious silence.” ~ By the Poet ......Read the rest...

...Today I feel unreal. ‘Decohered.’ Like a suitcase full of writings and knick-knacks and scribbles torn asunder. Splintered. And the collection that was contained therein can no l......Read the rest...

...Amidst shattered hues, they stay alive, Broken crayons, yet they thrive. Purple persists in its royal grace, Pink too, in its delicate embrace. Shorter, yes, and somewhat marred, Yet each colo......Read the rest...

...When you are alone, you look at the others and think that one had too much ... time to think and that one … well, you surmise, they are on the brink of some precipitous ... evaluati......Read the rest...

...Please read the rules above. Obey, Lest you receive a quick “NA.” So many fail to read my rules, So many fail to heed them. Fools! There’s quite a few, yes, I agree, Take note of number fifty-......Read the rest...