Paper Poems - Poems about Paper

... “birds care not for whom they sing” - Silent One Many writes come and go, could there be One you know? There are writers that write words,  there is One who writes with feelin......Read the rest...

...I arrive at 789 street, at 5pm. The navi is on, Mr. Suen calls: ,,Got you, you on your way?" ,,yes, I am coming, 20minutes are pouring waste" ,,Nah no waste there, don't be nervous, see you!" ,,......Read the rest...

...We played a game amongst twisted trees Then studied the decaying river bank And as we crouched down onto our knees Our paper boats sailed away and sank We rolled around the blades of grass So......Read the rest...

...And let your hands slide on the paper, and sometimes forget a grammar or points on the end of sentences. It helps you to let out your thoughts. To let out your words. Yeah they don't know of w......Read the rest...

...Your love message in A tissue paper, I kept It laminated.......Read the rest...

...I feel talkless today It won't be true But what if No one seeks me out I waste all of the hours Letting emptiness in My throat feels it Whilst heart is undecided My head has great advice -......Read the rest...

...To the lily moon that never forsakes me~ amidst the cruel constellations that left me stranded in a melancholic maze of rain-kissed memories. I’ll write this prose for you, on periwin......Read the rest...

...One person once asked, "Why don't you like considering therapy" and this is my answer: What I feel does not have a schedule to pop out, And I don't bottle things up until the next hour. so, plea......Read the rest...

...Roll back to the years of innocence where memories were born, To those magical sounds of love as Christmas day dawned, The excitement of love's joy bouncing on mom and dads bed, P......Read the rest...

... Words mean what to you? Did you know, words have feelings like people? Poetry is written with, heart from my meaningful words. Some poems ooze happiness, others can be very sad. Did ......Read the rest...

...The heroic books, even if printed in the character of our mother tongue, Will always remain in a dead language for degenerate times; And we must laboriously seek the meaning of each word and line, ......Read the rest...

...Should I die and be cremated, please preserve my little skull, For like a nut when the meat is gone, all's left is but the hull.. My skull is house that traps my thoughts, wherein does reason dwe......Read the rest...

...O some day to come, it may be that time will bury my memory deep as the hidden sleep of those who lie in some forgotten churchyard; but my judgment is that the future holds for me a fadeless crown ......Read the rest...

...I am but a poet not a scholar but a writer creating my own network of emotions balanced over sudden mental break’s absence of tolerance to be quieted to be numb empty eccentrically desire......Read the rest...

...The picture faded like the past she made. Embers crumbled in the flames. Smoke curled above the empty photograph in a smoldering state She grasped for the present but the flames burned her thoughts ......Read the rest...