Thumbing Poems - Poems about Thumbing

I learned to type the proper way Instead of hunt and peck, Most often on a manual. (Electric was high tech.) But nowadays when texting I’m pathetic as one comes For I seem to be incapable Of writing with my thumbs. So every message I compose My pointer finger taps, The right one only, I should add – No tangled overlaps. I marvel when observing All...

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A cold and restless night it seemed to be This Shadow of man was following me He'd come and go with passing light Oh what a cold and restless night...

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This songbook that I'm thumbing through, uplifts my soul, I sing anew. ""Amazing grace how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me." (John Newton, thank you for this song, you changed your life, you righted a wrong) "At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light, and the burden on my heart rolled away" (With Jesus, your sins,...

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The goal of a poem: its intrinsic I.D. is grab folk: to show them; to imbue imagery – to say something profound and to then sculpt the words into a form that’s sound and is pleasantly heard. Note that augmentation, achieved by devices Like alliteration should not pose a crisis But should more go with flow: more embrace than a...

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Hot car Cold road Too far No road Past the road Flew out so far Off the road In my car No car Cold road So far Thumbing down the road...

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