Typed Poems - Poems about Typed

...If tomorrow we never speak again, I hope you still carry the softness of us in your heart. Not the silence that followed, but the warmth in our laughter, the comfort in the way I remembered every......

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...I had not heard from my friend Lucy for several months She had not responded to the last three texts I sent. I texted her this morning “are you okay?” A typed transcript came back this afternoon. ......

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...Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child... courtesy booty call minus preemptive measures while plugg naughty bits of tarnished knight while he took tea and crumpets within mistress......

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... Dreams - is their origin from merely A vivid imagination, Because for millenniums stretching Back, to the beginning of Civilization, Dreams have forever intrigued man. They even approache......

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...hyperrealism takes bizarre to insane when we are right here but not in the frame I hold all the thoughts as well as none existentially observed by men with lab coats on the moment of glory when......

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...The first book of the bible is Genesis, and the last thought I had, gave me a Revelation When you think of new beginnings you smell the tears of a fresh coat of paint Some might even say brand new ......

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... i’ve never seen out a window ~ maybe you can help describe the scene said the blind man to Siri ~ asking her to throw light on his life’s dream a chatbot overheard Siri’s muteness ~ and typ......

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...Ashen faced Prometheus aghast at inferno gone awry Whether arsonist at fault or confluence of ripe conditions triggering perfect firestorm, the titan of fire beside himself with misery, though......

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...According to Larry Hoover inmates are forced to type intimidating letters to fbi informants after my face was blown up with a car bomb the prison system began flying kites after all it was clear Ciro......

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... Thought I perhaps should let all my friends see, How touched I was on finding this letter to me, Found by mistake, after so many years, I collapsed into buckets of tears, A treasure bequeathed ......

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...we write as if it is our last night we write whether it be with lead or ink or typed we write alone or in a crowded environment we write come rain or sunshine we write because we want our stories......

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...A boy i considered my friend asked me, “Do you have any friends?” I paused and typed out “what?” With a shaky hand. “I don't mean to be rude, but you respond so quickly at any hour of day or night......

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... It doesn’t matter how old I grow or how much wisdom I attain… In life there will always be some things I do not understand… some things that cannot be explained. I clean our bookstore early ev......

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...I almost handed it in— that letter with my name at the bottom, typed in a rush, heavy with deadlines and demands I couldn’t carry anymore. I watched the ink dry, wondered, is it time to walk......

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...Black and blue boo boo bruises courtesy hurled Bobo box No matter I sustained multiple contusions about the face and neck and minor head concussion after the missus tossed an unopened box of five ......

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