Writing Table Poems - Poems about Writing Table

...Like a bowl of dry fruits There’s a motley of words-filled books On the writing table, And like an empty plate On it appears blank paper, As if penknife, the pen In hand, the poet waits, ......

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... For years I had three wise monkeys seated on the table where I write. They would greet me every morning when I first turned on the light. Reminding me in life…whatever my desires….wants and nee......

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...'hello nice to see you again you are still as beautiful as ever i see the ring still i just wanted to say hey enjoy your time with your family good seeing you' i stare at her behind as she s......

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...One day— The sea will be my backyard Every morning, standing upon the deck Of the one called Going Numb A “Greatest Dad” mug in one hand My last vice burning orange in the other I wi......

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..."Thou art That" (Chandogya Upanishad 6.8.7 of the Sama Veda) You wanna know what’s something you are not? It is that easy. Take a piece of paper, divide it into two parts with a pen, e......

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...From my knotty pine writing table Where I always feel strong and able I have built a world on typing paper Where I rule mighty as any dictator I’ve made a comfortable place of it For all the p......

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...We exist for each other You can describe pain Once you’re out of its Singular bout. In pursuit of outstretching its arms Time swooped away a soul Leaving behind in its swingeing saunter Cr......

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...Around the Laptop On my table As if garbage dump That is useful to me As a worm in it Opened and a half or a few page read books Written notes never completed As if a lunatic asylum Withou......

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...Taking my gold black tipped pen Words flow on white parchment Like tears intermittent streams. My baby you are in heaven now. Son you're in God's arms, not mine. Looking down at my verse, Bef......

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...Angel flesh on the writing table, hooked on tempered divine, lifting, blade to blade, raphe to crura, gray flowing over white, moving fast to quiet water loud water quiet water, the cakes and cre......

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...Grandmother pointed out warning signs on the apples. Her strong voice resonated as she referenced bruises and marks. Her wrinkled hands brushed over minute holes and obvious incisions. She clutche......

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...Verses of creativity in written words; Crossword puzzle to some. Others, Another wasted stroke of the pen. Ink dances in immeasurable beatitude to the lovers of enchanting expressions. Paint th......

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