Stationery Poems - Poems about Stationery

...Pen in hand, Delicate stationery on the desk, Covered with roses— Pink, yellow, and white, Reserved for a special delivery. With a trembling hand, I pen: My Dearest, Dearest, Dear. Time......

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...“We have two lives, and the second begins when we realize we only have one.” - Quote by Confucius ------------------------------------------------------------------- It is at this time of the ye......

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...I, who in love for the first time I feels so embarrassed, felt begrime My instinct uses a subtle way solemn I write love letters into poem In a tissue or a stationery paper to throve As my way o......

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...Everything I buy to touch or taste is made in China, made in China leave alone my china set, even my toothpaste is made in China, made in China. From my pencils to my stencils to the golden lo......

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... You no longer write in the old-fashioned way with ink, paper, envelopes and fancy stamps, well neither do I. We've learned to navigate the world wide web and become familiar with internet ......

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...In an Indian home, at break of day, It is a tender scene, in a timeless way. A mother's love, a daughter's quest, In this morning light, they're truly blessed. On the floor, their space is shar......

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...A hug is an action of feel ings of captive-seal of passion's squeeze of personal zeal. A physical mentality kind of deal. A hug, a simpl......

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...I was a happy, fluent linguist, fruitfully helping revive endangered languages, As colorful rainbows walk across the sky, in buttery hours, turned languorous. I enjoyed doing practical fieldwork,......

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...when I met you, I was dying. for the very first time in my life, but certainly not the last- you made sure of that when I met you I was dying. I hadn’t eaten in three months and my body was a vandal......

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...So, it’s back to school at last Christmas holidays are done Time to go back to the routine Of the tedious school run I’ve discovered the school bags Are still full of last year’s stuff Someth......

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...Tim was nineteen years old, getting ready to go to university, His parents had organised his accommodation A house for students, roomy, very near to outskirts of city, His friends shared all cost......

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...My most treasured possession is my imagination Or my eyesight or my fingers that type and paint. My most treasured possession is my ability to listen. My most treasured possession is not stationer......

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...The man loved the sky so much, he wanted to study astronomy. The mind floated on the eternal horizon, the stars, the moon, the galaxy ... Yet he could never embrace the sky. The man loved t......

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...I think pink is a colour for the young, It's also the colour of our tongue and lips, And if we are caucasian, even our hips. Sugarplums, babies bums, shell-like ears are pink, Some jewellery ......

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...With pen in hand I sat, clearly I could visualize the graphic scene I intended my readers to see. Each detail was so vivid when I closed my eyes; a child, happily singing beneath a dogwood tre......

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