Short Ink Poems
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aconite ink blue
habenaria pure white
spring smoothly blossom
a light calming pink lotus,
the queen of water lilies
The Ink Stick
. for public domain
Rubbing ink calms the mind
so hairs may glide,
to bequeath
long lasting lines.
My paper collects
blue ink droplets
and stick letters
filling the page
with all my feelings
and hurt you've brought me
a shadowed
figure drifts forward,
ink-born,
unbound by
anything but trees that lean
toward his still path.
Calligraphy, such a joy
Picture letters drawn in inks
Sweet meditation of bliss
Quickly time passes.
Your words are tattooed on my soul
Indelible ink
Pieces of you etched into the very fiber of my being
We will always be together
A poet was trying to think
When her cat tipped over the ink
As she tried to blot
Each puddle and dot
She discovered the missing link
Shades of dull titanium unwavering
illume~ A Wistful evanescence is she
Her orbs light gifts us freely
Adorned feelings, inspired,
Nonchalance and serenity acquired,
Lucidity and clarity desired,
In ink, mired,
A forever-ignited fire…
she chose the size and pattern carefully
it's subtle yet speaks volumes
reveals no more than what she wants
AP: 3rd place 2026
a mistake be
an expensive pen
sub-mission-form
in a
a 'full-loss-of-fee now'
magazine of ideas and
skeptical ink-wiring
len
Words in my fountain pen,
—bullets in my gun
Blasts of rapid insight,
—ink that doesn’t run
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Words in my fountain pen
bullets in my gun
Blasts of rapid insight
—ink that doesn’t run
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
"Love and poetry go hand in hand." Quote By Poet
Love and poetry
Writing hand holds the ink pen
Words flow from the heart.
~Tasting winter's bite as nightfall drowns this grief, my ink begins to pour.~
JCB Burl's Contest:How My First Poem Was Born
10/3/2020
.
If
you
have
a tattoo
on your face
...........................
you have lost the right
to ask me what
I'm looking
at
.
Why write a poem to criticize? ~~
You alone see through your eyes!
written April 30, 2022
kindness reaches out to a lone person
sitting on a wooden park bench crying
hand provides a useful tissue drying
tears and sobs lessen and do not worsen
A-ctive
P-en
R-elays
I-magery,
L-etting
A-nother
N-ame
N-egate
E-mptiness
©bfa042225
Monocrostic (Birthday of April Anne Daguio Miranda)
I erased the sun
his fevered lips brushed in gold
to hold the secrets
of autumn's sweet sacrifice ~
as I ink the fall of leaves…
when 'tis heart was saturated with love and thanksgiving… ink danced in praise for Him.
Oct. 5,2020 4.30am
WINNER (see congrats below)
Meet me by the fountains brink
bring your quill and maybe ink
for you are all ones that blink
20, 40 count them all
but watch your step
as you may fall.
The ink of life
'tis flowing down on me
It is giving me the wisdom
To live,love and breathe
The ink of life
It is creating inside of me
The sustenance to exists
Ink black night
Immaculate star light
mind opens
a rush
beside nurtured body
Hush
Cool milky skin
when did this begin?
you CAN be free
Come swim with me
Form:
Teased before the coming of Christ
will be rubbed after the death of reality
centuries and centuries passed
but only one pen used
dry ink will be not rubbed.