Pen Poems - Poems about Pen

My pen rights my sins I can admit my faults Time and time again Writing finds me when lost That’s the fun of it To lose myself in my pages If dark then find me lit By the enchanting...Read the rest...

I don’t need any other luxury: Give me some books and a quiet spot Where I can sit or recline And lose my self Among the pages of a paperback, Or even a hardbound, and I become Oblivious to the...Read the rest...

The tip of my pen shines with the brightness of potential. Glints of hope and promise. Subtle and small. My fingers caress its surface, the coolness grounds me. Hope transforms into action. I put pen to paper and begin....Read the rest...

Skeleton Pen Can I write you a letter? On blank paper. I’m already dead. Underground resting in shadows rest. All dance on my grave. In the moonlight, stay up late. No tears for me. Always free in the cemetery. All be waiting for ya. Always...Read the rest...

Seems Craig’s got a contest again; I’m finding out with much chagrin my stanzas in sapphic are jammed up in traffic. I’ll get there, but I don’t know when!...Read the rest...

A pen who never bleeds blue nor black As the changing shades of a clear night sky; Bleeds blood, ever deep red As a sword who fought million battles. He never reveals his tale But it is to be remembered...Read the rest...

my pen goes to write about swans who mate for life smoothly move on lakes...Read the rest...

Some of you are concerned so very sweet You notice when I DON’T write poetry Let me assure you all is fuschia fine Waiting on inspiration to temp my mind Also I am still learning to play piano It’s...Read the rest...

Hello my fellow poets If perchance you're feeling bored Just remember what they say The pen's mightier than the sword With your words castles topple With each phrase the battle's won When you put your mind to it You may even blind...Read the rest...

Silent Combs Of Pen Hello good friends Inspiration Of songs sung By wind chimes rung Miles away On a mountain Say you sleep In longing do I rise To sit beside your...Read the rest...

She was there, the wilted flower of a day gone by, Hair in disarray, and eyes tender, He spoke of her with passion, like one speaks of an innocent fool, Hands trembling...Read the rest...

my pen runs across the page dripping down verbs and adjectives dragging prepositions and nouns along I watch an innocent bystander have no idea where all of these words are coming from is my pen possessed? Apparently so....Read the rest...

Hold my hand to teach me how to write Take me to the library. I need to shed light On a few words that I have never seen before Teach me how to spell, that can open a...Read the rest...

Poets to their flaws blind, No fault in their verse find. The wild beasts of hunting kind, Eat no flesh of their own kind. Drunks may too much chatter, But none their secrets scatter. No less than men, women No seeds can...Read the rest...

Gifted golden pen drenched in Emerald emancipating elegance Regal red reverie so daring Sending me singing thinking or dreaming Humble humorous and socially conscious Onyx thoughts that hold on to us Needling patches together so clever Souls fed by his poetic...Read the rest...