Penning Poems - Poems about Penning

My life was a lie, until I met you. You hold my soul, I hold your hands. Must die in arms, looking at you, Till the last drop, dreaming of you. Cover-up me close, but don't cry! It's not your loss, time I am losing you. Only few moments, more to make love, Flowers, clouds, mountains, seas ,skies, Stars, moon, sun, and my...

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if Guernica were a poem ~ if I could write it...

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You always tell me how much you love my poetry but is that the only reason you feel drawn to me? I write Sonnets filled with love and romance for you, adoring stanzas meant to caress your heart and soul, but is it my rhyming words, or me that you cherish? If I no longer wrote about the silvered moon...

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short and sweet, upbeat relating nature’s wonder ~ freeing beautiful ...

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Why do I write? To make an ocean of words, A river of sentences? And adventurous sea? Its for you to read My dance with words, A play of sentences, A road to my self, Maybe from structure or rhyme, I can find, Spreading ink of what you like, My make of a story, Which is to show you a way, Of my own self, What I will...

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As often as I pen my thoughts from head to hand to what is wrought and arrive surprised at words once sought, fortuitously stained glass ideas appear like falling manna, between these ears, doing whatever it is thoughts do best… letter by letter, each welcomed guest. And often as I pen to please ideas that stir like...

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I write, change and scrub clear the slate again, and then~ a poppy has bloomed Written: February 27, 2023 Strand Premier No 1192 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand...

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Commotion in and out of seasons Opening of ancient doors, both with Nuances and ignorance that birthed Guilt and sorrow, both in latter and former days Reverence to self-adjustments in doing what is within reach, Ambient in thumbing up and drumming Terrestrial support, self-budding to nail adequate audience So promising, yet disappointing outcome from presumptive Hue of energy embolden, desperately reaching for...

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À propos preponderant passion penning poems... posited puzzling apt aperçu... While pondering particular theme to address amidst tangled wide, whirled webbed mental skein today November third two thousand twenty two, unexpected Möbius strip tease conundrum unforeseen, yet as avid aspiring wordsmith only now I became keen, which unflagging vexillological, theoretical, rhetorical, philosophical... narratological, linguistical, judgmatical historical, fantastical, didactical, and bibliographical predicament may not suddenly find me flush with...

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Before penning, I see myself with engine running... foot tensed – ready to pounce on the accelerator, at the fall of the muse's flag; for a poem really writes itself – a hand behind the hand; the empty necessary before each manic-gush – the art of poetry, more a preparation than a study; recommending only the formless...as man written by a God of...

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Duane Bryers drew up the Hilda cartoons in the fifties This is one, and she is truly one of the nifties. You can tell she is a full size woman, comfortable in her skin. She is an assertive gal in each cartoon she is in. I have seen so many, and they are each rather fine. Hilda is something, and...

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She shared her heart Her soul and thoughts She taught of joy Peace and kindness She was a friend and poet Sent to remind us God is alive and living On the inside She shared her spirit Her light and laughter She taught of love That abides in the hereafter Love this is wise, strong And finds a way to keep on Through the sorrows and pain The worst storms...

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The deep breath is taken As the quote is written....

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I'm stitching the feelings, the imaginations by the letters of hope And stitching the loneliness, the realities by the bin of rejected envelop The autumnal leaf falling down and touching the ripple's womb The magpie sucking the nectar of kidney bean's flowers Since last year, November 17, 2019 I'm in the panicked earth Doomsday comes every moment To the Chinese Cov-19 infected...

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D-o I-nk M-arvelous P-oem O-n L-ife P-enning A-crostic D-esign I-n L-ovely L-ine's A-wesomeness Topic: Birthday of Dimpol Padilla (November 9) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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