Pen Poems - Poems about Pen

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...

O Lord, Your might leaves me in awe, No pen could ever trace Your art. The flawless world obeys Your law, O Lord, Your might leaves me in awe. From earth to sea, without a flaw, Each piece reflects Your...Read the rest...

Your ball-point tip leaves a trace of ink as I cradle your spell-bound stick. Inside your tube the blood is black running through my poem. You are a symbiotic tool to me, my prosthetic thought-maker without which I falter. You are the...Read the rest...

Black, blue, red, and green, You can write whatever you please. But when you use a tool with no eraser, you run the risk of regretting it later. Please be careful, ...Read the rest...

I wonder, why people pen a poem, To give words to thoughts? Make them shine like gem? To showcase what can be Their creativity? When feel like a leafless flowerless stem. ______________________ Happenings |04.01.2025| poem ...Read the rest...

I traipse my fingers delicately across spiralled letters of each written word and dated times The clumsily transitioned Thoughts are transferred on to pages full of Passion and expressive rhyme. Splattered,stained and ink spilled journal, with...Read the rest...

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...

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...