Pen Poems - Poems about Pen

... Phonetically that’s what my name means in Japanese, I’ve been told. My name has a synonym. My name is in the Bible. Maybe one day, folks will say, “Holy Ben!” My mentor also ......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...

...My wife is a poet and I am not, She creates with her pen, I use robot! She doesn’t know the truth,No! not a hint, I don’t look in her eyes, lest reads a glint! She picks topics at random to cha......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...

...In my lonely times, I feel crowded the most. In my sad times, I feel happiest the most. In my crying times, I feel playful the most. In my hurting times, I feel healed the most. In my sto......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...

...What use is a poet, if without a pen, like a chef without a sharp set of knives. How bland is the soup, without sincere ingredients. Nourishing soul food needs fresh free verses of vegetable......Read the rest...

...The same location. Familiar, familiar it's familiar. Talking, shutting it's fine. New seatingplan sometimes. Give me a pen, a sheet or a type of meet. My stomach is growling. Whops, whops, whop......Read the rest...

... Earth comes alive when Spring debuts, as poets’ pens sweet Nature woos. We write of warmth and blooms that thrive. When Spring debuts, Earth comes alive. The summer comes with long h......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...

... Reveal to me the patchwork of your mind and I will build you a tapestry of dreams to live on, my child Come to where its happening, lead the way with your fantasy dear one and I will ......Read the rest...

... DEAR MR PRESIDENT* Mr President We used to pledge our allegiance to the motor one Zambia one nation we believed the mystery of no sex Before marriage But sex seems to......Read the rest...

...Constantly my pen hit on paper Asking myself Can a man sink his roots so deep in he's faith That he knows that it's breaches would shoot out only to be cut of Like the sound of joy taking flig......Read the rest...

...If I recall names till father’s grand sire And no farther save my family name That goes back to centuries or higher, Thanks to them that no one did change the same. Mayhap, my ancestors chose t......Read the rest...