Short Nib Poems
Short Nib Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Nib by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Nib by length and keyword.
Corncob lay basking in the sun
Sunbathing and having such fun
But it got so hot
His nib-lets were shot -
Popping off the flies, when done
Categories:
nib, food,
Form:
Limerick
That tepid tea, civility,
Is not the drink for such as me!
Thou cusp, thou nib, thou pricket, prickle, tang and tine!
Thy wit lacks width to grasp my line!
Categories:
nib, anger, baptism, conflict, emotions, humor, word play,
Form:
Couplet
Life is shining
from the nib of pen
as meander graph of ink.
-October 04, 2018 Chattogram
Categories:
nib, art, life, poems, writing,
Form:
Monoku
Never deal in cents to lose your drip,
Watch and feel the legends and pay a trib.
Mighty sword bends by the force of nib,
Lost sight of the shore and winds left the ship.
Categories:
nib, deep, feelings, for teens, vanity, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
The other fantastic day,
I met my dear lovely friend,
A King of the Jungle
We hugged each other
Jasmine, the poet of crows was bushing
Her long black nib to write a honk style poem
Gag Gag Harsh Hug
Categories:
nib, adventure, crush, sympathy, tiger,
Form:
Free verse
The other fantastic day,
I met my dear lovely friend,
A King of the Jungle
We hugged each other
Jasmine, the poet of crows was bushing
Her long black nib to write a honk style poem
Gag Gag Harsh Hug
Categories:
nib, adventure, humor, tiger,
Form:
Free verse
I have seen infinite rise from finite
As ink like sperms flow into hollow papers;
A universe comes into existence. I have seen life develop,
When moment by moment the nib turns and swirls
Leaving a trail of cursives behind,
Soaked into tender eternity.
Categories:
nib, art, birth, creation, language, metaphor, universe, word
Form:
Blank verse
Onanism
The vehemence of sexual arousal
Quest no gender
A critter owns the vehemence
On the nib of sexual delirium
Is solely,
Her and He own sexual pleasure
Their elate melded with blood en route veins
Onanism brings a euphoric sense of freedom
Categories:
nib, 12th grade, age, appreciation, boy, girl, visionary,
Form:
Narrative
Hatchery of Verses
Rainbow soaks the nib of pen
In the solitude of the den
Metaphors vie to escape shell
In that wonderful virgin dell
Cultivate syntax, in that hour
In the secret, sovereign bower
Leis of verses propagate
With fragrance fill my plate
Categories:
nib, 12th grade, poetry, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Vast blue cawing rife
One pearl per nib clinch your prize
Pen's of all feathers
Categories:
nib, allegory, animals, faith, nature,
Form:
Haiku
tip toe
nib blue
rain thru
miss crow
hips know
sow hue
heat low
heart mow
name plate
same gate
night date
soul freight
bed late
mails hate
soul mate
less rate
mow mate
keep plate
out date
full bait
© MAHTAB BANGALEE
CHATTOGRAM
15/11/2022
Categories:
nib, bullying,
Form:
Footle
A new kind of poet,
Rebaked and remoulded,
Penning by dreaming,
Prophetic nib,
Cautiously articulate
By visionary inspiration.
A new kind of poet,
Unrestrained by marauding lips.
A new kind of poet with
Unremitting thought.
BY: CHARLES MELODY (LIGHTNING INK).
Categories:
nib, inspirational
Form:
List
I've been working on it.
If I were a nib or stylus I'd be worn away.
Sometimes,
there's too much space to fill with words,
or there's not enough.
I'm digging my way out
of A Marriam-Webster dictionary.
when I surface,
I might be light-headed,
but a lot sharper.
Categories:
nib, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I've been working on it.
If I were a nib or stylus I'd be worn away.
Sometimes there's
too much space to fill with words,
sometimes there's not enough.
I'm digging my way out
of A Marriam-Webster dictionary.
I hope when I surface
I'll be empty-handed
but a lot sharper.
Categories:
nib, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Slept and slumbered under the quinine stains we wept,
On a poignant bard’s weary nib we slept.
Yearned we to spill on to paper,
Him caged sore thoughts for later.
Weeping words we lay folded,
On table, heart moulded.
Sorrowed dirge lament,We repent,..................dissent
Categories:
nib, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
A poem is a way,
A subtle , golden path-
From soul to the heart,
from heart to the head,
from head to the nerves,
from nerves to the blood,
from blood to the tips,
from tips to the nib,
from nib to the paper and
finally
from paper to the reader's soul
in the roundabout way.
Such is indeed a poem.
Categories:
nib, art, how i feel, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
A droplet of ink formed at nib of pen
I flung it swiftly, seeing it as waste.
Then theorized what it might have been
Had I not acted in such great haste.
An aborted word, or merely a smudge
That in my haste I'd neglected to blot.
Time elapsed, but my mind wouldn't budge
From that small unassuming black spot.
Categories:
nib, confusion,
Form:
Lyric
i've sharpened
my pencil
to a nib
i've bled all
the ink out
of my pen
kNOt just in
wORds of
chANteD
pOeMs
butt all
sew
scene inn
tHE DOodlES
nEXt two yOUR
POEtry on tHE
pAGE as ewe
pose fOR a
PAIN'tINg
UP in my
lOFT
wOuLD u
moove
yOUR
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a bIT SO as NOt
two shOW tEW
mUCH of WHat
bred (L)OAfes
YOU've GOt
Categories:
nib, muse,
Form:
I do not know?
Protracted Years
Written: by Tom Wright
6/18/2018
Protracted years have seen,
My days become scratchy,
Like a cheap pen’s nib on a cardboard box,
And my thoughts are silent utterances,
Of developments long ago;
Today, my sub conscious is plagued,
By besetting remembrances, as I jettison things,
And find no moments for retention;
Categories:
nib, age, time,
Form:
Free verse
Scribo wished for a limerick
but then he crushed his writing stick
too much hard reason
ink went for treason
rhymes and rhythm became quite sick
with a bent nib in his firm grasp
mind and meaning loosened a clasp
he clawed back feeling
spinning free wheeling
filed senses with passionate rasp
27th February 2021
howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
nib, emotions,
Form:
Limerick
You killed me on the nib of the pen
Where I sought the knowledge of peace
You killed me on the peak of roots
Where I founded the pillars of unity
You killed me on the scaffold of ego
When I opened my heart for all equally
Come on man!
What do you want in my death?
Nothing that is;
Just an exaggeration of your egoistic beliefs!
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
29/05/2023
Categories:
nib, faith, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
There was exposed the mind of expression
Rain of May came to the nib of writing pen
No sorrow there was in the drop of the summer sky
No happiness in the ecstasy of peacock dance pie
Yet there was the poetic word, interlink of thought
There were you and unspoken dream in soulful dot
True or false, pleasure or pain never dyed me with you
But naturally, I'm entangled with glad and grief review
27.05.2020 Chattogram
Categories:
nib, how i feel, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Broken by miseries of life
I became nib of pen
People call me "poet"
In puzzles of night
i spill my pain over the lonely pages
I find my sumptuous pillow
In bossom of silence
Life is as short as winter solstice
and art is evergreen leaf on the "tree of immortality"
I live in hearts as lyrics of love ballads
It is strenous to get actual gist of my verses
i intend to end up as a poem
Call me a poet
I am caravan of memories
Categories:
nib, absence, age, allegory, angel, anniversary, arabic, art,
Form:
Free verse
You have engraved my heart
with the nib of your pen dipped in ink
I never would be one to don a tattoo
but you colored me up before I stopped to think
Irregular beating and vascular crunch
slipped over beautiful walls
Adrenaline master, a natural disaster
responding to each of your calls
Whisper my name in your most fitful sleep
eyes twitching, light of the moon
My heart will respond yet in kind to your voice
with a beating of words to resume.
Categories:
nib, art, life, love, on writing and words,
Form:
Quatrain
All his ink wells ran dry
From uncertain thought
His nib dripping with ink from within,
The crimson script full of regret
From what has and has not been.
Grief stricken eyes
Nails turning to dust
Hair falling with every turn of the page,
He reeked of whiskey and the troubles it brought
The smell worsened as she started to age.
As the hour glass ticked
The months blew away
Times ocean began to swell
But not a soul came through at anytime
Looking for his sweet so sweet Annabelle.
Categories:
nib, death, fear, loss, sweet, sweet,
Form:
Free verse