Pen Poems - Poems about Pen

Ink bleeds, heart takes flight, Words weave worlds from silent thought, Soul's echo remains. ©bfa032325 ...Read the rest...

writing is my life & breath I live to write poetry and creating is my soul to take my skill away I will weep & die for I must write poetry my pen drips blood if I...Read the rest...

Within the deep inner workings of the mind, perhaps, failure held at bay,... reveals a masterpiece unwritten" ...Read the rest...

They think they’re Keats and Frost of time, Some pen-pushers are frost in time. All they pen, not but passing rhyme, Is set sail, a big boast in time, Which, all of self-promoted stuff Gathers black and white dust...Read the rest...

I remember that day clearly even though it was 37 years ago- I was off on a new adventure because I had just moved into the dorm for my freshman year of college but I had no idea how my...Read the rest...

I'm Not a Poet I'm just a boy with ink-stained fingers, A canvas of paper, and a mind that lingers In the shadows of doubt, where words lose their way And the silence screams louder, with each passing day My...Read the rest...

"Love and poetry go hand in hand." Quote By Poet Love and poetry Writing hand holds the ink pen Words flow from the heart....Read the rest...

He caresses the pen with the grace of the ocean kissing the shore, Velvety words wait to pour into the black ink, When he gives them life, thoughts become forms of overwhelming beauty, Tears are born from the...Read the rest...

In the dark of mind, light is sought, Words are stray, longing to be caught. The heart holds a song that's not taught, Except in verses, where it's brought, As spirit's wit cannot be bought. O, Muse of poetry, I...Read the rest...

Shine Bright O' Golden Pen To Empower & Inspire The Masses Of Men, Burn Ever Luminous & Blaze As The Sun And Let Thy Ballpoint Scintillate Like The Chosen One, Fill Thy Longhand With...Read the rest...

My weary fingers cannot move my pen, Memories trapped between now and then, a silent and mute echo. I write these words to tell our story, Unfinished songs burning in this journal of time. Shorelines and sunsets, laughter and...Read the rest...

i drew out my glittery pens and turned them into swords ready for the war against their words and my thoughts i pen down my feelings in stories and prose my ink like cannonballs aimed at their high forts not every pen can...Read the rest...

Book by book, I see the hook, How about we have a look, Don't make me choke, I am with a bottle of Coke, I hear a creek, I am not a Greek, The shrubs are on a bleak, Glistened by the sleek, I...Read the rest...

When God writes the story, His poetry is like music Filled with blessings, warm and honest – sincere as the love He grants When God sends the promise, His light frees the spirit Leaving the shadows with assurance...Read the rest...

Cursed Pen My pen is cursed. It flows poisoned ink. Ripped pages and severed dreams. Hollow. Screaming. Into the dark. Screaming into the life of others. Because there is nothing. I am the darkness- and I am the scream....Read the rest...