Scrawled Poems - Poems about Scrawled

...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 an......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...

...In the whispers of the night, a silver thread unravels, And we wander through the ruins of progress, Bathed in the glow of dying stars. Listen, the moon sings a melancholic lullaby, Its light a p......Read the rest...

... He could feel his breath bounce back from the door How many nights he had turned the handle The cool orange glow of their bedroom She always smiled at him when he came in the room But tonight......Read the rest...

... For some reason the radiator is on Some sun skimmed summer Our ties slung in varying disrespect Head resting against palm to feign the guise of awake My desk scrawled with the names of ones b......Read the rest...