Script Poems - Poems about Script

A stage is set, the lights are low, A script we'll follow, soft and slow. No need for pretense, just raw desire, A flame ignited, burning higher. Even if scripted, the passion's real, A story whispered, emotions we feel. We'll play our parts, with hearts aflame, And whisper softly each other's name. No holding back, no gentle sway, We'll lose ourselves in this sweet...

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The perception that marriage is lack of connected with "craziness" Empathy, and Unresolved Conflicts Poor communications and the lack of effective communicative skills and the constant influences of others...

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Unnumbered army etheric; Dost thou oppose his rule? Prefer then the nerves a-prick! Utmost, adverse, school! Dubious battle on those plains? Heaven, must ye fall? Throne afire? Wait for the rains! Field, get rid of all! All is lost? Nowhere I've seen. Unconquerable will. Only in a dream, machine! Immortals, pay bill. Vengeance study? Thus requite. Courage, doth submit? Hatred, sing in me and fight! Enemies to quit. Nine full days...

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You see, I'm an actor. I'll cheer for you, While I'm dead on the inside. I'll write scripts And put them in action To prove I'm fine. It is weary sometimes, But shows my growth as an actor. I'll climb the highest of the mountains, And my tears will rain down to end drought. And blood will flow like a river. It's a long road ahead; I'll...

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A Script, A Lift, .... Colors The Sky! All Our Voices, Strength, .... And Might! ...

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The pages meet my fingertips again Tenderly guiding the ink, as if it were rotten bile Channelling all away To minimal change of my world The illusory script does not function To the disappointment of myself and the happiness of others And again to my bewilderment. The room spins even though. A dumb look washes over my face or it must have Reality pixelates...

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Thought I perhaps should let all my friends see, How touched I was on finding this letter to me, Found by mistake, after so many years, I collapsed into buckets of tears, A treasure bequeathed to me, was meant to be. POST-SCRIPT: As the writing is faint in the scan above I have typed it out for ease of legibility. Abu...

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I dropped a pill on the floor. I found a speck of dust on it. Brushing it off. I take my meds on time. Mostly on time, Sometimes not. The way a train is not always on time. Sometimes, a train just blows past. Monday. I ran out of meds last Monday. Now it is Friday. I...

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How can I mingle with the poor, I’m a millionaire, My intellect superior, And the masses inferior. I am a street sweeper, my name is Jane, Passers by think I’m insane, I am the sole earner in a family of five. I have been voted in as a president, Those idiots out there, who stand for hours, Just to wave to me in...

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Roe Roe Roe your boat don’t you fill me with an ark full low blow this behold more than just my hips for art thou ...

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You capture me with your radiant smile Hearty bold laugh impassive and vexing Little grey hairs in your barely there beard Needling your chocolate chin for years Your artistic style and fashion sense In a suit that could pay purple rent Of course you write and to my delight You include me in the story of your life...

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You say one thing Then change your mind once More to please yourself Or perhaps to play with yourself Twisting what you say Like pretzels Just twisting words From form from another Makes me Makes me wanna Who flipped the script? Who turned you out? Who had you made? It makes me wonder...

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,,someone messaged you", said the classmate I asked my mom before to go to birthday to watch a film through. The hall was much more tight in the brain I drew, he was facing me with the phone in my hand and my mom standing beneath the door didn't sense true. ...

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In borrowed plumes a masquerade we stage. Thoughts echo doctrines passions are preordained. From broken families where fractured spirits weep Mothers of soulful sorrow With eyes that never sleep. We inherit canvases pre-primed with societal skews. But the brush trembles in our hand Praying for a different magical muse. Why is contentment suffocating and chokes every… Rebellious spark a shroud created from what...

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It's imperative to alter the narrative, so get out a round of ream. There's a knot in the plot, a lost theme with out a seam.. You pause and you pivot. The script leaves you livid, falling short of your dream. Stopped, stalled between acts, little time to retrack, as your pen is running out of steam. ...

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