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Typewritten Poems - Poems about Typewritten


Premium Member No Title
...A poem without a title was written, based on an undeniable feeling. In that moment I was simply smitten. This couldn’t have been typewritten the way my mind you kept consuming. A poem without ......

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Categories: typewritten, emotions, feelings, longing, love,
Form: Villanelle
Does It Really Matter That It Doesn'T
...My love so you have a history has the past then written it indelibly all things you think you should be you respond to all those things conglomerate with all the things you think you perceive ......

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Categories: typewritten, today,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Fatal Attraction
... "Fatal Attraction" The letter was typewritten IBM Selectric, No final salutation in italics “With love”, but it was there nevertheless in......

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Categories: typewritten, dark, imagery, psychological,
Form: Free verse
A Half Crown Is a Semi Dormant Loaf
...Left over overspills are a typewritten error and a grammatical code of which there is no collision of nouns, verbs or adjectives. Descent described design deriving dug dirt. And a soil no shine. A vo......

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Categories: typewritten, animal, autumn, beach,
Form: I do not know?
My Mother's Bible
...The year before her death My mother underlined Those verses in the book She thought explained her pain. She dated final months In promises that told Of One who knows and cares. Of One who s......

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Categories: typewritten, death,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Spontaneity
...Why should the mimic apologize? Where are the cupboards? Where are the wages? Where is the tailor? I had no use for algebra, I knew it- in as much incognito on a prefabricated track, in order ......

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Categories: typewritten, adventure, dream, fire, memory,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Flight Plan - Chopped Iii
...Flight Plan The room stunk of stale cigarette butts - someone elses perfume. She had known – but not wanted to know – that there was someone else. The pain had been dulled, the insult ab......

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Categories: typewritten, lust, murder,
Form: Prose Poetry

Book: Reflection on the Important Things