Scrawled Poems - Poems about Scrawled

...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...

...I wrote this at the last minute. You know, the minute before, I raced out the door. I scrawled it out until the paper tore. The thoughts I wanted to convey about another hurried, scrambled day.......Read the rest...

...As the autumn of my life approaches, a bit of memory fades, But I still recall very special times from my primary grades. We did things then now considered politically incorrect, Enjoying Valentin......Read the rest...

... In the gritty alleys of city schemes, Life's grumble rides on subway beams. Rhythms clink in the rusty car, Street-wise notes play on sidewalk tar. Concrete cracks hum a tired tune, City pigeo......Read the rest...

...With long sharp noses the blue bloods drew Sword engraved with legal cuts Under the roses the butterflies flew The emperors, they were called Still touched the world in which they were shut Ti......Read the rest...

...TIME TIME TIME Time again; Time again and again; Time the sigil of violence, Time begets silence TIME: 'twas the word was spoken TIME: the li......Read the rest...

...Here is a calligraphy a blue veined script, on the rusty sheen of mortality. Life and death are scrawled everywhere, yet the clear-eyed read eternity: written in-between these. There one see......Read the rest...

...Courage cannot speak for you now When there are ten a penny hangers on All suckling milk from the cow Rivers flood with the cries of veiled fear Grab the last skiff and save yourself They wi......Read the rest...