Typing Poems - Poems about Typing

...I was frustrated at work about seven years ago. A painter, cartoonist, and scrabble player, where next would I go? I needed something new to do. Not sure where to start. Suddenly feeling bored wi......Read the rest...

...Here come try this you will have soo much fun. You will loose everything you have every material posession and every loved one. Up all night riding bicycles and treasure hunting through other peopl......Read the rest...

...Need another hit of my poetic fix Eyes red bleeding from reading I am a little better or worse Than a drug addicted person Could be me but I like pipe dreams Poetry streaming Kisses are from ......Read the rest...

...Love these shaking hands They are made to write But, hands betray me Love the self that writes We’re on the same page But, I hate you still Love how openly you incense me You're ignition ......Read the rest...

...Depression is not treated by putting on lip stick you stand in the mirror and put on the tears snot drooling in your mouth behind the curtains awaiting to go out on stage and face an eager audi......Read the rest...

...Typing away poems For a man who ironically Doesn’t even like reading Typing away poems When I should be talking To him instead Typing away poems Confusing minds More than one Typing aw......Read the rest...

... I write poetry not to change the world, but to change the way I feel. Sometimes it’s just made-up fantasy, sometimes, something a little more real. I’m not a sophisticated poet you see, usin......Read the rest...

...'The rise and fall of the eyelids' I wrote last night As I pondered whether sleep would help But sleep felt like wakefulness And my moments of peace - too shallow So I'm drowning in the shallows......Read the rest...

...Plagued with lifelong lower gastrointestinal Sturm und Drang Ever since a young lad irritable bowel syndrome in my humble pinion wracked lower abdominal area gurgled and ballooned gastrointes......Read the rest...

...As the morning peaks over the hill, I wander through the dark and stroll down the park and whisper a silent prayer for my rose. Its fragrance filters throughout the atmosphere touching hearts far and......Read the rest...

...alternately titles: I got noose for you, Yours truly doth garrotte tee another itsy bitsy, betsy wetsy easy breezy read. oft times ('specially these latter unsainted days and nights) in wh......Read the rest...

...I stare at the pristine white blank page She intimidates me, I know she feels my fear I am not the enemy I say If you crumple me up, I will bite you, she says I remember my last paper cut. It ......Read the rest...

...Her husband knew better Than to interrupt his wife When she was typing Concentrating on her latest book Or her poems Or her songs. But tonight he did not realize she was in there She gave ......Read the rest...

... Poetry is my lady She claims my heart and soul Poetry is my faithful muse Without her, words don't roll Sit here blankly staring At a screen devoid of words Unable to write a sin......Read the rest...

...A Parody for Soupers based on the song, 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town.' You better not shout You better not sigh You better not pout I'm telling you why... PS Admin is makin' the rounds They......Read the rest...