Scrawled Poems - Poems about Scrawled

... ‘All the world ‘s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.’ (As You Like it Act 2, Scene 7) (A Son......

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...Tell me, my friend, does infinity not unsettle your reason, or is it a comfort—to believe it meaningless? Look beyond the rust of your disbelief— this isn’t the frostbitten dogma you im......

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... The title page, a stark and silent plea, Beneath the weight of anonymity. No gilded name, no flourish to declare, Just words that breathe and stories hanging there. Who was the hand that pe......

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... The title page, a stark and silent plea, Beneath the weight of anonymity. No gilded name, no flourish to declare, Just words that breathe and stories hanging there. Who was the hand that penn......

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...Anger smolders like burning coals; igniting flames, consuming souls. The Gaza Strip is bombed in mass, and hearts shatter like fragile glass. Torrid tongues of fire lick the sky, tasti......

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...In halls of stone where echoes weep.. Beneath the earth, the secrets sleep. A tome of fate, with binding black.. Scrawled in blood.. no turning back. A thousand hands have turned its page.......

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...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......

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... 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......

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...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,......

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...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. ......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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