Scrawled Poems - Poems about Scrawled

...The dresses on the rack were never mine. Their seams whispered secrets I couldn’t keep, stitched for girls who walked like petals in the breeze, who folded themselves small enough to disappear. I......Read the rest...

... A sea of faces lifted to the sun, banners rippling, a kaleidoscope of hope, voices rising, a chorus against the storm. Footsteps echoing on concrete, a rhythmic pulse, a pilgrimage of the w......Read the rest...

...Whispers in the shadows, maps scrawled in fevered hands, red string noose-tight, eyes glazed with obsession, gnawing at lies, choking on fiction. In dimly lit rooms, conspiracies rot like cor......Read the rest...

...The deep, heartfelt ache, heaviness piled onto shoulders; the feeling of unattainable past experiences, the moments of mere temporary bliss, the unavoidable changes. No permanency tacked down,......Read the rest...

...In the copper-clad cradle of time where gears whir fugues to forgotten dreams..... the fog—a somnolent specter—drifts..... veiling the calculus of progress a manuscript etched by steam and soot. ......Read the rest...

...Allah's Love In realms where stars ignite with fire, Where silence throbs with hidden desire, There dwelt Allah, unbound and free, A god of flame, of lust’s decree. The dusk caressed his mol......Read the rest...

...The blackboards loom, a silent witness to that day— I glimpsed her, and my chest tightened. Only god noticed how I held my breath. Chalk-scented classrooms, her pen tapping desk, My eyes fixed ......Read the rest...

...The House on Lake Maggiore The house on Lake Maggiore was reality, a physical truth, my imagination became the artist. The day has become a deckchair, gently folding itself up as my walk le......Read the rest...

...I'll write all of my poems to the spinning whirl within which I begin translation into being cajoled again to try for unmarred existence tip of tongue unpoisoned whites of eyes unwritten ......Read the rest...

...I saw a storm of Ice and Stone, Curling North the footed hill; From which grows the cold and bone, Beholden to whom the beggars kill. The ashen clouds above the alabaster- A sieve to the dense......Read the rest...

...In twilight's hush, 'neath olive boughs, The wind does sing its somber vows, A tin soldier stands, a lone array, Where whispers waltz at close of day. His heart, a drum, beats soft and slow,......Read the rest...

... The shadow I cast on the corridor wall Covers my father’s radiant photo frame Night’s transcripts are saved on the iron chest Stacking the secrets tied in bundles Apologies are like ince......Read the rest...

...No one has the power to make you feel worthless - so show them just that. You’ve held that blade, carving doubt into your skin, like graffiti scrawled over your spirit, letting others rule your ......Read the rest...

...Were every breath an incantation, Every word a prophecy, Would I fear more this consternation, Not writing for anxiety? Were every word a portent, telling, Every sentence writ, a spell, Woul......Read the rest...

...I missed you with a burning flame and fire Like you were mine. Though when I knew you I had no desire To have you, once gone, sunken in the mire I missed you as if we were intertwined. I’ve sinc......Read the rest...