Writ Poems - Poems about Writ

The poem I writ Just didn’t fit I wondered what To do with it I folded it With creases tight Launched it high Gave it flight It circled high Into the sun I wept, crying What have I done And yet I think I set it free By separating it From me ...

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It took but a bit But used my good wit To write what I writ I'll try to use couth And write about truth Be it black or white Be it wrong or right It's just what I write By chance I wrote wrong What's writ all along Then, I'll sing your song And...

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I writ a pome that shocked the teachers Knocked the collars off the preachers Awoke those sleeping in the bleachers Then I wrote another one Made it funny just for fun It ended ‘fore it was begun My pencil, such a heavy weight My lines all crooked, never straight I cast my lines, as wormless bait Then someone said: “I liked your poem” “it took...

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Brownian motion writ large... within small medium as light brainstorm doth hail forth the following poem. Across the realm of gray matter slowly percolating within tissue composed of neuronal, glial and endothelial cells, and although there must be biological rules that determine the numbers of cells of each subtype and the volumes (or masses) occupied by them, little is...

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My epitaph writ large... courtesy third person singular. Mise en scène pour décès pardon his feeble attempt at French, a unilingual English language quibbling, and scribbling mensch strongly advises applying left handed monkey wrench, which custom designed tool assigned impossible mission to discern sense and sensibility regarding following poetic thread subject of a fool's errand. Mein kampf witnessed, punctuated, and evinced courtesy final breath automatically triggering (tumblr to activate) final curtain...

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a bud seeds... it's sprout form and bud-ism... is growth shaping into a buddhist... bud and flow-air stans sand...

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to be oldt fashioned... at a fun-near-all are some relative-at-tea... with at least two people knot-met since... some long gone time ago andt now under... standing-smiles lies a hum-our-being... echoing lightly in a wise-dome... of minds stans sand...

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February or Feb-u-ary Tooz-day or Tee-use-day Wends-day or Wednesday Say 'em like you mean 'em else you'll demean 'em...

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I writ a poem it sounded good like rhythmic crackling burning wood. John G. Lawless 12/4/2022...

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I writ it, re-writ it settled back and said “I did it!” I posted it When It was done Said “I’ll not write Another one.” I sat ecstatic Feeling drowsy Relieved cuz no one Called it lousy. My pencil said “you’ve hit your mark” “now go and hang it In the dark” The critics “faved” But here’s the rub I listened to that pencil stub now my poems ride on the wind without beginning without...

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In sundry ways deaf to your zeal Which foxy whims fruitless sway, My wandering self did finally feel Pearliest sparks of your legit ray. Inured by bestial blinding decoys Which easiest-faring limb obeys, I did heed a deluding artful voice That upon artless hearers preys. For want of fine wholesome sense Which your ancient anthems teach, My guessing soul staggered tense; Serf to...

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Fit and faulty Bitter and salty Disguising and disgusting Stingy and wingy Doubtful and disputed Shameful role of Police. Q.IG Inam ghani g, If no one can be above the law and constitution then why your actions are opposite of your claims? Note.You are what you do, not what you say you will do. Couplet, ilm hazaar kitaban parhyan Tay digriyan chaki phiran hazaar, Banday...

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when we married we each with a lit candle were asked to light one with our two we burned unity but then told to blow our individuality out but this we did not do for she is hers and mine is me we lived and did most things to gether but not always for love is not force brightness comes from an inner light then came into play the phrase until death do...

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canythingrowhereveroseshowhatillsoilsweetoneseasonedelights (whathecknotsuchhalfbackedialoguebriouscriptogether) stan sand...

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Just Call Me A F*****G Hip Poke Writ Oh flibbertigibbet damn, heil (Stuart Little) let mice self down dagnabbit, no matter this lactose intolerant, conscientious, consumer and avowed kit and caboodle - ninny vegetarian, who lacked true grit, cuz he craved a ham, rabbit and cheese sandwich that hit the bunny phone spot (courtesy pit tickle yule lee of The Daily Bread Community Food...

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