Sketchbook Poems - Poems about Sketchbook

...Firecracker red under Equator sun, lion’s mane bobbing, obscene tongue. Unseen, the serpent slips inside, small as a whisper. It curls around my heart, hoarding it like treasure. Fans warm embe......Read the rest...

...PUBLICATION In this digital age Our thoughts bonded together, though ever apart TWITTER quick thoughts cut short POETRY SOUP will test the best Pleasant peo......Read the rest...

...To pick up a line and take it for a stroll. The essential is within, the mystics say, but equally important is the outside: a stunning summer sky, two wind-whipped clouds, in the intense green ba......Read the rest...

...1. The light of dawn from the slit of the curtain, Silence And the sound of silence. 2. He opened his eyes. Faint images crossed the sky of his mind, he did not submit to them, took up hi......Read the rest...

...By George P. Lumayag https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/ Users learn English grammar when ICT is used. Microsoft Word can check the misspelled words, It even reminds the users' choppy words, Goo......Read the rest...

...The strangers came and went into the house. I barely noticed; my dirt had just been delivered. A truck load of rich, black, northern Iowa farm soil. I threw myself down and laid in it for a bit, s......Read the rest...

...Nature makes me blossom, from the flower that blooms in my backyard, to the tall trees that shimmer with green. When I was five I remember exploring the outdoors, taking my red sketchbook ever......Read the rest...

...Rolling into bed-n-blankets; I turn to ensure that my pen, journal and sketchbook are beside my bed. My dream-companions need me, as much as I need them. they need my imagination and......Read the rest...

...Here with fond wit Opt cheer to fit Move joy's fine bits Etch a true style Apt that grand smile Thrill sparks worthwhile Make time for space Ink words of grace Dream syncs this place ......Read the rest...

...I hear the door open. It is my chance. I run up from the basement to see my darling offspring who used to love me, sneak out of her room. She looks up from her cereal. Is that a growl? I sm......Read the rest...

...Into my yoga room she came with a half moon The sun burnt it, she said For the moon dared to show in the afternoon Her distress equalled the moons Her tears, when they came, could fill a water ba......Read the rest...

...She screams me awake; no rest tonight. I arise, rub my bleary eyes Grabbing pencil and sketchbook, She pours onto the page And I am amazed That is so cool Wish I could Have done Th......Read the rest...

...The sun has been looking for me all day, But I've chosen to hide under mismatched pajamas and layers of irritation. I don't know what I'm angry about, I just am. I wake up at 7:24, glare at the wo......Read the rest...

...That night, under the luminance of my city, listening to your music, you asked me what it felt like to fall in love. At first I was at a loss for words, although in my head I could write countless po......Read the rest...

...Talk about your nuclear weapons. My brain feels like it’s about to explode. Last summer I started sketching with a group called Sketchbook Skool. I drew and colored and Zentangled and arted ever......Read the rest...