Short Notepad Poems

Yellow sheets, blue lines
red lines even...

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Busy as a bee
Sticky as a notepad
Ending at roadside....

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leaf on notepad
nearby paper factory
claiming its lineage...

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i have three cats and
three cats drawn on my notepad.
inspiration comes
in sixes.  i guess i'll play
the lottery Saturday....

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Straps around his waist,
And shining armour loosened.
Brittle backbone hurts.
Notepad, pen: poetry waits,
Fantasy deletes all pain...

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not lost anymore
with no pen or paper
got a notepad
on my phone
so maybe
it’s what I’ll use
to build my library
as I tour until
ended has an eternity...

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You still feel
Don't worry
All that pain
That falls, 
Out of no where
Like the rain
You can heal 
And that light
Like the bright sun
Will show itself again...

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The Unfinished Poem 


An unfinished poem awaits in the darkness of my unopened notepad it's own delivery. Soon to be the child of the author, cared for and pampered; then shared with all....

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If only you knew the struggles I have had,
many were very sad.
My kind and loving dad,
knew I was never bad.
I should have kept a notepad,
about the people that made me mad.
If only I had not worn plaid,
I could now sell it in a for sale ad...

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The future is unwritten.


Stop-go motion; let all the clocks be smashed.
Forwards or backwards; how do you feel about that?
Onwards and upwards; no turning back.
The future is unwritten, so here is a pen and a notepad.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved....

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Little princess charming,
We are still trying in Baha'i faith
To fit you in
Somewhere, somehow, in a legacy
Where a chest of drawer of an Airbnb
Will see on a true pious Friday,
What oracles are all about
even in silicon valley
or on a notepad of a handwritten
Clinton B. Seeley....

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Runs and walks
Hoots and toots
Corners and highways
Low and behold
My inkpot is finally full 

The droughts have been long and cold
But it finally rained, 
All behind the sunshine
My inkpot is finally full

Sitting here
Notepad in hand
Feeling all writey writey
My inkpot is full...

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Writer's blues
Up in the sky
With a pen of bliss
As you sit and write
A wonderful day
Turns to gray
While you write your little heart away

They all read your dread
On that tiny, yellow notepad
You always bleed on
When you feel confined
In your own fragile body
And tragically chaotic mind...

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*Image of Notepad by Pixabay.

McWhirtle: I Write Because

I write because,
the birds cannot,
the trees, the streams,
the mountaintop,

Had they a voice,
sounds will swap, yet,
add with words, be,
cream of the crop.

2022 August 27
*4th Place*
I write because
~~Anoucheka Gangabissoon: Judged 2022 September 13...

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What was I writing?
I opened up the notepad and found nothing
It seems my thoughts stayed in
Perhaps they are wrapped up
Carefully covered in layers
A single player game of pass the parcel
I don't feel I'm getting closer to the reveal
Nobody has ever stopped this game before the end
But I might
I'm too tired for thoughts
This is a terrible party
...

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Lying on my small bed..
On the biggest pillow is my head..
A notepad I half read..
Then, I drink this med..

For my head and body aches..
I tried to forget and fake..
Unluckily, I cannot..
For my stomach also went knots..

Now i breathe deep
As I wanna sleep
Pillows on my hips
Warming me quips

By: olive_eloi
12:25am
28/11/2013
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Look!
Watch the rain ranting
As trees tip-toeing
Pattering foot fooling in flood
Children chasing wind
As darkness drags near
Upon my bed i lay,
Peeping through my notepad as April pry into my nostril
Is April again, my peak period
At April, my pen flow ceaselessly, although atimes my hunches are trapped by some hood rats
Now that the rains are here, i shall paint the universe with my pen

awoh awoh...

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"The Auditing of Far Away"

Back in those days,
before the real 
war landed 

they thought it 
prudent to
intervene.

the lashing was 
administered
in a comfortable chair

the cone of silence
waited in the other
with notepad and pen

the auditing began.
it fell on deaf ears
what spoke, was not inside.

what was inside
was far away    ;

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)...

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I've sat down to write my poem,
But my pen ran out of ink.

So I used my pencil instead,
But I broke the lead.

So I write with crayons,
To try and rhyme...
But I'm really,
Running out of time. 

So I lean on in to focus,
And I hear cracking from my chair...
With crayon and notepad,
I go flying in the air.

So I'm on the floor as I write,
But it's too dark, I need more light!

5-September-2021...

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Quote By Poet "Are you drowning in a pool of letters?
Keep swimming and the words will come."

Words can be happy or sad
made from letters a poet will add.
A writer may use a large notepad,
writing ideas that make them glad.
A poet may want to sit by a pretty lily pad,
then write about their mom and dad.
As they write the letters and words will come,
maybe from the beating of the steel drum.
Can you hear the great hum,
while chewing fruited gum....

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I'd rather write poems
Than clean up my house,
The dust in the corners
Is two inches thick.

The counters are cluttered
The bed is a mess,
The bats in the belfry
Won't leave me alone.

They flit and they flutter,
Make all kinds of noise,
The words they throw out
Just don't seem to rhyme.

Where is my notepad,
Where is my pen,
This thought is so fleeting
It won't last for long.

I'm going to journey
A map work of words,
Hung in my mind 
like a vast universe....

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