Quill Poems

Quill poems bring the best collection of short and long quill poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great quill rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these quill poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on quill are here for you.

A Vortex To A Quill

A Vortex To A Quill long poem

shaped from the tiny fragmentation of the impulse in my mind blinded by the mere silence in its brigade of solemn tenderness alone I sit on a high hill visually seeing the passerbys visit then leave a quaint encounter to

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Like Romeo And Juliet

Like Romeo And Juliet long poem

She was born in Spain, and he arrived from Egypt, for Centuries those two were inseparable, a perfect couple they dance in tune although, with time their apparel changed, but the duo still attune. They could not live one without

Poems containing references to : Quill

Lady Of The Lakes And Fells

Lady Of The Lakes And Fells sonnet poems

Dear muse, I penned this verse with feather quill, To gently praise your beauty of renown, My words to float aloft your gaze until, They softly kiss your eyes like thistledown. One single thought of you is all I need,

Paint

Paint short poem

Today I feel like writing, No pen, no quill, no ink. Today I will write with colors I will need a palatte. Let’s use some bright blue, Let the sky fill our soul. Umber – no, use light brown, Make

Onion Vs Ostrich

Onion Vs Ostrich long poem

Onion Vs. Ostrich Come with me and lets play with an onion bearing a quill. You get to be the ostrich and I get to be the monkey. Now watch me tickle you with lines and thoughts I deploy. Just

A Dream Is Cast In Many Things

A Dream Is Cast In Many Things short poem

The night was never caught so clear Each star was cast so crystalline, So much wrapped in black velvet shade Like moments clad in silken sheen, And evenings’ artists drew their pictures With their quill dipped in lunar ink With

The Void And Wind

The Void And Wind ballad

She pressed her ears to the ground- to feel the vibratos of his words. They tiptoed into her senses- barefoot bleeding tact on facts. Flustered with assumptions- they trampled a mockingbird! It raised its head unafraid- gasping for its last

Me And My Airship (Or: The Musings Of An Engineer)

Me And My Airship (Or: The Musings Of An Engineer) short poem

July 20th, 1822. We’ve done it. As I lay down my tools for the last time, Here stands before me the fruit of my labour. This night, a technology beyond its time has been born. She truly is beautiful. A

Man Musing

Man Musing long poem

I wonder, sometimes, why it is a fact, A gifted, handsome man should be alone. My iambic pentameter’s intact, And yet I tend to lyric on my own. Alliteration alienates romance. The ladies scorn my struggle with cliché They scoff,

Literary Lessons

Literary Lessons prose poem

Literary Lessons #1: A poet should above all be devoted not to being copyrighted, but quoted. #2: Divine inspiration is no excuse for bad poetry. #3: In literary style, I endeavor to follow in the footsteps of Dickens, Poe, Dickinson

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Florence, a walk with a view

Florence, a walk with a view short poem

« Wer noch kein / Melancholiker ist, / Muß es hier werden » [H. Czechowski] At the first shadows upon Arcetri, step by step -absorbed In thoughts – you descended from the Observatory to Galileo avenue, and from there to

When Roses Bleed Thorns

When Roses Bleed Thorns ballad

When roses bleed thorns- it’s time to prune them. Waiting for seasons to change- is like waiting for silence to resolve- conflicts- a game of pride and rank. When roses bleed thorns- thistles outgrow the rosebuds; until color is lost

Seeking

Seeking short poem

The falling poem was in bruising gamble of winter of troubled life, bound to a staircase: up and down up and down, on the rosette of grieving thighs. From sunset to sunset a moon rises in all its glory as

Pulsing Prose

Pulsing Prose short poem

May the ink that flows From the nib of my pen Forever entertain you With words of love And life and wonder Lick beams of light Through clouds of thunder May the blood that flows Through the hand that writes

Autumn Leaves.

Autumn Leaves. short poem

We wander in this desperate land. With hopes of anticipation. You hold my hand, I hold yours. Like woven threads in wool. We are fragile leaves in an autumn tree. Ready to fall in this timeless abyss. Nature gives us

Why (a Love Poem)

Why (a Love Poem) short poem

When a song for you sings my mouth why the stars start twinkling at night when cold waves blow from the south why the moon hug the stars very tight When I search you in the rock caves why candle

I Still Trust You, I Do…

I Still Trust You, I Do... long poem

Fizzle I feel, is this for real? Could it be a little weird, hope it will soon be cleared. Not sure if you feel the same, don’t know who to blame, is it you or me good at playing palpable

Absconding Perpetrator

Absconding Perpetrator prose poem

Let me lick the drunken lips of your thirsty nights Le`chez rubbed with kisses Soul undressed in an ugly nudity of deceitful charm… Was it a forbidden thrill peeping out of hungry eyes? Or was it a bedridden dream of

A Failed Relationship

A Failed Relationship long poem

I know at the moment you can’t see a good outcome arise But with given time you will be alright, you just need to realise Realise how special you are, the caring, sharing soul you can be Let beauty on

Over The Wire 1968

Over The Wire 1968 long poem

There is no moon. The quite surrounds us. The sound of a footstep Floats across the wire. We hear noises when dark. Nothing to fear, need to relax. Frank want’s to know, Did I hear a noise? Knock it off

Self-esteem

Self esteem long poem

Submerged in the bitter waters of negativity I felt like I was walking on air It’s as if my air of arrogance allowed me to defy gravity To make me less dense than a strand of hair I was proud.

Existence

Existence short poem

A toddler unrobes the secret of death. Modifies the circadian rhythm of honeybees, opens the daisy clock. Cage of tears. The virus had the acrid odour of sulphide. Decay. It never happened before. Spring was helpless. Primrose forgot to secrete

Monsoon

Monsoon short poem

When the rains come I imagine a little man Moustache of course In a little room With a lever of force When pulled down Boom! No lights in town This little man He has his moment of power Taking away

Destiny

Destiny long poem

Well I remember I was such a shy guy when you came into my life but I swore to myself I’d never fall in love with you but you kept at me calling me day and night wondering if I

Loyalty

Loyalty short poem

I think your heartbeats are more loyal than you, because when I hugged you, last night, they already warned me that you will be leaving me today, thus see, I’m not hurt Or simply I have no more tears to

Beyond Change

Beyond Change short poem

It slides stealthily in you, the fear shifting the blame, stoking to run. He said the wolves are coming. I heard a wailing sound across the black wall, I hate you, I hate you. He was crying and shouting. Why

My Suitcase

My Suitcase prose poem

A big red box, my suitcase, tucked under my bed. Is the box merely a box? No, I’m afraid. Bearing throws, bearing blows, bearing scratches, sporting patches. Generously forgiving, my wheeled travel companion, emerging to unite with me on the

Sad Woman In Me!

Sad Woman In Me! long poem

People crying in the east and west Few for the dreams built to be the best Few for the food or attack of pest Few for the losses with wounded chest Few over their davestated nest Pity for few and

End Your Life

End Your Life short poem

You must be thinking, life has got no sense. May be in your opinion, living is nonsense. It might be possible, no one is there for you. May be people out there, do not care for you. I won’t quote

The End

The End short poem

Lines on forehead are deepening. No signs of abatement of fire in our bellies. The hunger we inherited is only comforting the mouthless. Broken laughs. Strange bedfellows chopping off the murals from the lips. A body rots, stinks. Maggots fly.

Amidst

Amidst short poem

It just happened…. With the words he spoke, With the blink of his eyes, With the smile on his lips, With the zeal in his heart and with his love for art… All led to my words spilling out, My

A Waltz With You

A Waltz With You short poem

I want to waltz, waltz with you, taking your slender hands in mine, waltz in a garden or on a beach where every second will stay frozen in time. I want to waltz staring into your eyes, hold your hips

Dreaming About Me

Dreaming About Me long poem

Well are you DREAMING ABOUT ME baby ‘cuz I’m dreaming about you do you want me to be your fantasy come true oh do you want me baby do you want me well I want you do you need me

Down By The Seashore

Down By The Seashore short poem

Once I called you the love of my life now I’m starting to think twice… I can still hear you saying, “you won’t leave means if you do you’ll be back before dawn’s early morning light” I simply said, “goodbye

Nature’s Course

Natures Course short poem

It was the middle of winter. A crisp white morning. Birds trilling in high pitched notes. Did their little feet get cold? I wondered, as I walked by listening to their sweet tunes. Deep in thought, a car horn peeped,

Black And White

Black And White long poem

Black and white Like the colour of the colobus in Colorado Make me of Black Magic think. Witches that bring about white things. Black and white How can black ever rule the white? When even the darkness vamoose From the

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times long poem

A look past the glass I can see my past Now freed from the disbelieve One can start to relive Though what can I gain? Still I am in pain Maybe with just a wish I’d change my accomplished dish

Run Run Run

Run Run Run prose poem

I used to think when I was young that I could be anyone I used to look up to my father who used to work harder than some I used to think you could solve everything with a fight till

Mama Earth

Mama Earth prose poem

Isn’t this a wonderful planet we call Earth, with conflicting ways of how she was given birth? In The Holy Bible it’s by God’s Hands how everything thing was formed, even man. But science well, they have a different story,

Karma And Him

Karma And Him prose poem

It was simple, it was effortless All too transparent and ever so clear Life threw its bounties at him His hard road was strewn with maps to its wonders At every dead end he found a shovel At every crossroad

Guardian Angel

Guardian Angel short poem

Our guardian angel so strong and kind patiently answering questions from each young mind your turqoise eyes shimmered like the sea silver hair brushed so finely your love shone for all so clear and bright like a beacon rivalling the