Scroll Poems - Poems about Scroll

The city yawns a concrete hazy stretch Before the sirens find their daily screech. My sneakers whisper on the dew-kissed pave, A podcast murmurs secrets it will save For later listening. The sky, a bruised plum, Slowly surrenders to the sun's soft hum. A hurried coffee, steam against the chill, The digital world begins its urgent drill. But in these steps, a quiet...

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I live in this continuum, Where I sit, I scroll, I rot. This blissful poison hypnotizes me in, An artifice far deadlier than I thought. It promises me sweet lies, Feeding on the pith of my mind. I grow my own nicotine, A toxin that turns me blind. Stronger than any drug it seems, It drags me out of reality. I escape to the realms...

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The living room, Laughter clinging like a warm embrace, Yet silence wraps us in a shroud. Faces aglow from screens, Eyes reflecting curated lives, Fingers dancing over glass, As warmth slips through our grasp. We scroll, searching for connection, Moments polished and perfect. But intimacy dims, Lost in the sterile glow of notifications, ?Voices mere echoes, Fading like whispers in the night. Conversations drift like dust, Words replaced by...

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A violin is like a lover-- A beautiful work of Art-- Precious, delicate, fragile. It has to be handled with care, Caressed, fondled, touched, Hugged--but not too tight, Or break it might And hurt you in its breaking. Hold the violin by its neck The way you would hold your lover-- Firm but with the right pressure. Look at it at arm’s length, Admire its waist, Lay your...

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Upon My Bed! A message and A dream are heard around the heavenly and earthly worlds. So I wrote it in my heart it is written in my sleep to the real world the bed to lay the clay the body reflect the cause of my daily desires and daily days routine ahead upon my...

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In the calabash of life, a profound journey unfolds as the space gracefully passes the baton in the art of apprenticeship. Success resonates like a fine chant, akin to the resonance of the four-lobed kola nut the water that flows, immersing its feet into gin and tradition. The apprentice, the Soldier's seed, navigates the delicate balance between the...

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Heal sadness with gladness Play jazz, smile that courteous smile Ease illness with illness Pour some wine, stop for a while Before the journey begins Scroll down your inner book Find that spring, where you once have been Give it a longer look. ...

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“Mice” is nice but might be called “mouses” if a couple is next to a screen and there is no screaming from me except in excitement at my selection. That Razer Viper V2 Pro so light and quick under my palm. Point, click and scroll with complete control. Sexy as that is, mine’s plain old gray, like an old man in a squeaky...

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You will see heaven and earth roll up as a scroll You will read the Word, written in twigs and rocks You will hear the scroll of the Word quake as light sets You will feel starlight pearl bracelets, engraved in gold You will wear white garments made of moonlight silk You will taste...

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The Angel and the Little Scroll Revelation's chapter 10 Commentary Why am I writing about the Angel and the Little Scroll during this latest on-going latest min-series on the book of Revelation? The main reason is that it directly ties in with the seventh angel blowing the final trumpet judgment. This series is about the three sets of...

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Nonsense==> Time consuming is an interesting concept To me anyway, as I'm terming myself a time stealer The hours just disappear in my company It would be quite wonderful to see that as a positive The majority don't notice the time slip as they enjoyed passing the time with me We just don't live amongst people that have spare time So...

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Serotonin hit From scrolling without purpose Then mourn wasted time...

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in ours mundane days everything passes, we pass... days, years, centuries...

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Tangled branch of sacred knowledge, These trees are the college. Buried within cold expression, there is an ever present lesson. Consumed by the essence, of a warm convalescence. Universal intent, for the love that was spent, since the early event, to besiege what was meant. I choose to thrive. I am alive. I’m sinking in; eternal spin. I choose to grow, the need to know. To trust the written, elder scroll....

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when Jove heard of the happens in Ethicia he summoned Neptune, who bought Cupid and Bacchus to stand before him and speak of what they saw in Ethica. Bacchus wish to speak last due to the fact that Jove blamed him for most things that went wrong in Saddlery, and Bacchus knew that Cudip played part in the...

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