Scribing Poems - Poems about Scribing

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... a chill ... not on skin - to marrow if but for the frigid air a horrid pattern would trace my cheek though not nearly as horrid as the one that faces me upon the glass it is quite beautiful i......

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...Metaphors and similes flow freely from my pen when I am scripting and scribing in poetic verse. Across the width of pale parchment pages the nib of my feathered pen continues to traverse. Ink c......

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...I am but a poet. A rhyming cavalier Expressing words I'm thinking Until my mind is clear Counting all the syllables The consonants and the nouns Letting my emotions run freely Through village......

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...Searching for reasons I sit here scribing; Searching for reasons to trust blindly, searching for reasons to hit the button; Searching for reasons to let you in; Searching for reasons to think i......

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...Thick humidity of memories clog a small girls heart That pitter-patter like soft, insignificant rain Such a lonely life was just an urban myth But I knew the truth of it all Soaked to the bone,......

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...Rendering rainbows over candy kisses Above the marvels of a mindless moon Meandering with fairies and flower wishes Miming melodies frolicking with a flirting tune Nimble poets prance scribing wi......

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..."Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." ......

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... For in the depths of time's forgotten embrace, A world, once lush, now shattered, displaced. Anteeing up as joker, distant and vague, I tread through ruins, where memories fa......

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...Constant pounding of the Bullmastiff's tail. I know you are approaching. You wont speak, I don't expect it. You bring the mail. The summer's heat is encroaching. You being here is a comforting ......

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...FEAR” Intimidating obstructing insecurities Planting seeds of inadequacy Fear in the mind Hindering and paralyzing our goals Questioning ourselves do we qualify am I good enough to take on an......

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...Inkwells, vein of the Quills, scribing upon parchments, heavy laden with dark secrets, blotted Date: 23/04/23 Traditional Cinquain poetry contes......

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...When the rising day’s light first dawns scribing the sky in streaks of bronze, I think of you so far away and wish the best for your good day. At mid-day when warming sunshine speaks of head w......

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...How effortless you seem to write Under said paraffin oil and candor lit background It's almost as if one can hear the nib of your feathered quill draped in ink Scratch away at the parchme......

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...We who can must write ourselves down, send our words to no one and everyone, be the mailman and the mail box. Some say little yet know much but we who chatter, blab and reveal we must write......

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