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Short Scribblings Poems

Short Scribblings Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Scribblings by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Scribblings by length and keyword.


Boundaries
too near
the boundaries of the page
propose infinite spaces
for all the mad scribblings
we sometimes call poetry...

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Categories: scribblings, autumn, poetry, writing,
Form: Tanka



Premium Member Scribblings On a Napkin
~ink flowed on napkin, becomes "Wings of a Butterfly," my first poem...~




How My First Poem Was Born Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
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Date written: 10/05/2020...

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Categories: scribblings, poetry, write,
Form: Monoku
Premium Member On the Mend
I will scribe some scribblings now and then
Like loose futile flailings from my pen
Should I slip jag tearing them, dear friend
Please then thread your quill and make 'em mend 







Bite Size Poem Contest 8
Sponsor: Line Gauthier...

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© Greg Gaul  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: scribblings, friend, writing,
Form: Couplet
At Your Office
word slips tongue feeling chokes inside shaking gut life is unfair truth is bitter heart knows betrayal world appears tumbling return I must married you are neatly framed notes, scribblings, photos lined with desk Written on 07/17/2016 Contest:Laura Loo's 'Backwards Poem'
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Categories: scribblings, betrayal, heartbreak,
Form: Verse
Scratching's
After reading a well-known poem 
I came away from it
carrying certain words,
planning to use them
inside my own scribblings.

When I tried that,
my half-completed muse
began to scratch itself
like a dog with tics.

They were really good words,
but they were sounds -
just pretty sounds.

In the end I shook my shaggy head
and wrote only plain words instead.
Ugly bugs,
but they won’t itch later on....

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Categories: scribblings, poetry,
Form: Free verse



Amongst the Dregs of My Cups
I do not, amongst the dregs of my cups,
Consider you worthy to be the theme 
For my untutored scribblings.
There, Madame, there: I put you 
In your place, amongst the detritus 
Of my life, the forgotten effigies of life, 
As she should be lived.
Yet, you do not acquiesce to my intentions,
And re-emerge into my consciousness
To disturb and argue for attention and 
Writings.
I am weak, and accede to your importuning
With versification to placate your demands, 
To show my love....

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Categories: scribblings, love,
Form: Sonnet

Book: Reflection on the Important Things