Manuscript Poems - Poems about Manuscript

Suck and lick my delicious fiction, I’m lecherous taste the distinction; A story you’ve wanted to be real, now before the writer you will kneel; The chapter filled with hanky-panky describing a skimpy lace panty? I know that vision is honey dipped, it’s such a prurient manuscript; Keep my fantasy by your bedside, wanton desire you simply can’t hide; On every page my hunger has...

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My life, a sealed manuscript, buried under layers of mystery, She arrived like a key of light, revealing hidden treasures, In its unwritten pages, immortal stories awaited to come to life, Calling a soul to read them, to bring them from shadow to dawn. Now, she opens each line with her gentle breath, bringing rebirth, Breathing life into this forgotten...

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"Do you know what you are? You are a manuscript of a divine letter. You are a mirror reflecting a noble face. This universe is not outside of you. Look inside yourself; everything you want, you are already that." Rumi Do you ever wonder who you are? Sometimes, we just can't find ourselves. We are...

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“Manuscript” activating pulse frequency shifting unseen the new heards in numbers multitudes tagged now seen steered to better light fields of green empowered consciousness electric, new songs for sown ancient seeds planted deep, the hidden, washed in warmer energy, unsung light codes now opening plough the tears for grief, truth’s release the supernature cleans, the shadowlands sleep locked in their dreams the docile in...

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A legend. A story. Gold. The fever. My true love is finding, History of true relics of the past. My professor found an old map, In his mother's belongings, After her passing. Laughing he truly thought it, Was a fake in the imagination, In the mind of his Young great grandfather. So he decided to research it, To prove himself wrong. He realized quickly this fact, Was enlightening... The map was indeed...

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I came across an ancient manuscript Long languishing in a cluttered drawer Where hidden memories lay among The flotsam and jetsam of my life, And reading it I realized a forgotten time When idealism was a guiding principle In my way of life, when in my naivete I was convinced I could change the world. I had taken many bits of my life...

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WHAT TO TEACH YOUR CHILDREN Do not lament to your ward about The dark cloud that blocks your sky, Let them see it as a peg that draws you Closer to the topmost of your victory. Never Should you tell the tales of your tears and angush to your child, for he is going To see every shadows as an escape to...

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Unblemished pages without soiling mark stretch out ahead of these expectant eyes; trembling I wait dark midnight to embark upon my journey, promising and new; what delights, what sorrows await, disguised, before I bid this infant year adieu? Tolling clocks engrave with new year's song first lines where timid steps engage the scroll; time's manuscripts record both right and wrong. Some far tomorrow when...

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Bright blossoms bloom with fragrant scent; Opt with pure heart to craft clear thought; Offer sure room as words ascend; Keep poignant art as writes frame lot. Mind fashions bold that sublime feel; Align with grace that seeds your space; Now zest unfolds that subtle thrill; Urge feeds prompt trace that styles the pace; See that you see with tact that springs; Charm weaves...

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The tale is told in words of old; Open this book and see the truth; Rise and walk bold as thoughts unfold; Now take a look to witness proof. Make act your way to live each day; Ask for pure heart to join with mind; Note what you say in poise and play; Use profound art to meet each find; See what you...

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Manuscript written painstakenly A large pencil held clumsily Writing a story with words Excitedly penning Cursive writing learned Poet's corner Pen~paper Word thoughts Flow Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico Contest: Your Journey Written August 05, 2013...

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My one and only bright supernova. You are the aliment that runs through my veins. Your affinity is like hot lava. You take away my sadness; the thing that pains. Something so strong that no one can create. You are my savior, who came from heaven. A love so strong that on one will dare...

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How much is time worth? Is the cost of opportunity beneficial? Compared to the time spent on a single affair. Are your achievements worth the hours wasted? Or your failures moments of clarity; something to have learned? Time is a fire and before long, you get burned. How you recover, is truly the answer in...

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He could see it on his coffee table It seemed to have called to him In a haunting voice, beckoning, Seducing him with fame, treasures He had wanted to turn away As he swore he would never do it Again, having already gotten out Yet, his needs were strong As he proved to be a weak man So unlike what he was perceived To...

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