Love Write Poems

The Tortured Poets Department has a writer's division that has to approve every poem before it goes out
And my mind is tired of being held...

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I put my pen to paper , what should I say
Maybe comment on the brilliant sunshine coming my way
Or perhaps about life's opportunities would be...

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Writing is my hobby, like many others do,
Just like my lover, who loves someone new.
Through the rhythm and rhyme, I ignite.
These unspoken feelings, I gently...

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You capture me with your radiant smile 
Hearty bold laugh impassive and vexing
Little grey hairs in your barely there beard
Needling your chocolate chin for years
Your...

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Id love to write a poem that rewrites history
that unlocks consciousness 
that speaks from an universal experience 
that feels the rage of love 
and the...

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By Poet  "I do not know where the time goes. It just goes running away."

Yesterday when
Everyone was kind
Smiles were on all
The faces both young and...

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Through somber days with sleepless night,
Through howling winds with blistering bite


     I saw the weary man wandering by,
   ...

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“Write I will – until my heart stops – when the pen from my hand finally drops.” by author

I write about love and the beautiful...

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Write your conquests on earth and stone 
Make your legends made to hone 
Make your story made to last 
Make it written in mold and...

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Quote By Poet "A pen must write because they love to write." 

My imagination and creativity,
is spewing ink all over the desk.
Here I sit waiting...

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restless perceptions lie
in shadows they stir

in moments of silence words stir
as they wait to take form

the house is still
but it breathes

outside the window
a yard light...

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Many knew my best friend,
Rod Serling.
Rod told stories back in the sixties,
or should I say a story within a story.
I was mesmerized by each story...

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Hold my hand to teach me how to write
Take me to the library. I need to shed light
On a few words that I have never...

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The writer's quill, a humble thing it seems, 
A feather plucked from some forgotten fowl, 
Yet dipped in ink, it spins a world of dreams,...

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When I see a beauty, a vision divine,
Love songs within me start to entwine.
Her face, a garden of blossoms in bloom,
Each petal a verse, dispelling...

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