Scribblings Poems - Poems about Scribblings

...I've roamed the halls of Poetry Soup for nearly nine years and had lots of ups and downs, cried happy and sad tears Some poets are super duper people that I call my 'friends' There are some snoope......Read the rest...

...Some scribblings that pass for poetry Yes they bear style and symmetry But very wordy and message thin And however much you listen keen There’s little or nothing to be drawn Not a mind thrill......Read the rest...

...Feeling Secured when I feel you around Feeling healed with your blessings abound Feeling dolesome while seeing your empty cot Feeling wholesome for the grace we have got Happ......Read the rest...

..."I am a writer. Therefore. I am not sane." - Edgar Allan Poe We all go a little mad sometimes ... In the middle of the night, Our minds raving words and rhymes Hands compelled to write and w......Read the rest...

...CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS Catullus LXXXV: 'Odi et Amo' loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch 1. I hate. I love. You ask, 'Why not refrain?' I wish I could explain. I can't, ......Read the rest...

...Grab Bag Poems and Epigrams POEMS Less Heroic Couplets: Dark Cloud, Silver Lining, Dupes from “Love in the Time of the Coronavirus” by Michael R. Burch Every corona has a silver lining: I......Read the rest...

...I wish there is a multiverse Where i not only secretly stare u from far But sit beside u looking into your eyes I wish there is a multiverse Where all my scribblings aren't jus poems But love......Read the rest...

...Sing ye poets of stunning birds and butterflies wings. Kiss ye, your own,Muse pen, on divine parchment, scribblings! Ride in gentle winds upon your colorful, faux unicorn Your hair flies in the ......Read the rest...

...Inside a library of things uncountable, clippings, extracts, jottings, and snippets gather words out of nothing. Mind dust wafts. A woman approaches with an armful of my early, roughly cobbled......Read the rest...

...I once belonged to a garden shed it had a small window you could look inward into it. There I sat smoking a funky tobacco and cleaning my fingernails with a small gun metal pocket knife. Occ......Read the rest...

...Sock drawer poets they called us, All our scribblings secreted away, Composed then filed unread, Hidden from the light of day. And then along came the Tablet And universal broadband, Fast Inter......Read the rest...

...We all start life in the arts, a virtual blank slate if you will, looking for just a little truth and maybe some fresh ink to spill. Some will share their own story with a sonnet, haiku or a rhyme,......Read the rest...

...What he wrote in a room got darker, he could hardly see the static snow he was printing his mind upon. He knew that there would have to be a change, a mind-shift. His place in his world was bec......Read the rest...

...It comes wrapped up in clear mylar, like the ones comic people use, insides faded, creased and yellow, big red letters boast of the west, small rips and tears from ancient hands, and the collect......Read the rest...

...You were the one I passed every day across the street from the station and never spoke to. You were the one my thoughts left last when falling asleep at night and first to rush to when I awoke. ......Read the rest...