Writing Desk Poems - Poems about Writing Desk

... Her house in Amherst had been a goal of mine for years. But time somehow always got in the way. It’s inexcusable, really, since she’s only two hours away. I’m told the house has been caref......Read the rest...

...Crazy, Psycho, Mad, Craziest we have ever had, Tall hat, Matted hair like a rat, Speakes in riddles, With everything he fiddles, Hands constantly moving, Brain fast-moving, Tea's his fav, Ab......Read the rest...

... I want to write a poem sweet little kitty cat, but you are on my cluttered writing desk: and on my papers you have just sat ! With you in a dance position arabesque, we chitchat, ......Read the rest...

...I held on to the knob, too nervous to go into the room I had just unlocked. After a little while, I backed off and returned to my writing desk. My cat's basket (in the locked room) would give me to......Read the rest...

...Whispered Phrases (From the Original Poem: "Back to Heaven" posted 2/13/21) Falling off... falling off... the writing desk... the squawking perch... nights and days of falling off ......Read the rest...

...Pulling at my broken wings she's got me back to heaven-- this poet of surprising words, painted, whispered phrases-- she and I remembering nights and days of falling off the squawking perch... ......Read the rest...

...Quickly alice follow the rabbit Two days late is becoming a habit Fancy a cuppa? sit at the table Meet the hatter baffling and able To confuse the greatest of folk Is he insane? or is it a joke......Read the rest...

...whilst sitting at my writing desk with candle at death’s door my tired eyes missed pot of ink, arm sent it to the floor a sign the sandman beckoned me my eyes turned to the ground the......Read the rest...

... Morning Impaired by his tremors And a troublesome cough, He turned fur into felt Before cooling things off. He drooled once or twice And grew cold in his bones, But he shaped all ......Read the rest...

...I try to be a poet worth his salt who daily prods his muse, urging it to offer up a cogent phrase or heartfelt rhyme, but then instead I slump in vacuous stupor, devoid of verse, for hours a......Read the rest...

...A friend decided to write a book She chose the titled to be My Life Going to the bookstore Bought two blank books Then she rushed home She sat at her writing desk Ready to begin her story Fo......Read the rest...

...It’s okay to be nervous But there’s no need to fight When colors flow inside of shapes You have taken flight Directions will be pointed But you’re flying much too high Caterpillars may inhale......Read the rest...

...Walnut legs embellished with designs Dainty red and yellow roses Painted on her pretty top She sit in the corner Like beautiful queen Four sculptured drawer......Read the rest...

... Hello, I am an invisible girl behind poetic words, and known in every land for my bleeding ink; I dwell behind self-imposed walls in a place silent so I can think, where each sad brick i......Read the rest...

...I am the girl behind the words, known in every land for my bleeding ink; behind self-imposed walls I find safety, each brick is built with sorrow and betrayal. Within my strong walls my poems are......Read the rest...