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Thomas Newlove Dec 2015
One often 'as problems sleepin'
In ways which affect ones 'ealth
But 'ow can one deal wit 'out but weepin'
When one 'as a fear of their self
Tweet verse uses the exact amount of characters allowed for a tweet on Twitter, no more, no less.
Thomas Newlove Dec 2015
I'm feelin' inspired today o' alt'days - when George Bailey'st' richest man int'own, but I can't think of out worth writin' so I wrote this.
Tweet Verse is a poem which uses up all the characters allocated to a tweet on Twitter. This particular one is to be read in a Yorkshire twang (Northern England)
Thomas Newlove Oct 2015
He who says escapism cannot solve your problems
has never been a cinephile with depression
who can sit and watch The West Wing in his pants.
Tweet verse or a Twitter poem made up of exactly 140 characters
Thomas Newlove Sep 2015
If I had to drown one thousand deaths
And sink beneath a quarry
I'd still want to spend all those one thousand breaths
Telling you I'm sorry
Another example of Tweet Verse... an 140 character poem.
Thomas Newlove Jul 2015
To create poetry or flash fiction in one hundred and forty characters. What a truly modern art form. Composing, like a symphony, my laziness
Tweet Verse - poems that can be written on Twitter and its character restrictions.
Thomas Newlove Jul 2015
She adored cinema and took it all in. Now she is blind and touches the screen, constructing the images in her head, weeping at their beauty.
Thomas Newlove Jul 2015
Friends are a wonder. Never in all my dreams could I imagine such souls that could save me from myself. That could make me feel so alive...
Thomas Newlove Jul 2015
If one hundred and forty characters were all that's left to send help and save the world, I probably shouldn't have spent them writing this.
Thomas Newlove Jul 2015
Poems are sometimes a lovely way to clear ones head and feel the beating of your heart and the cogs turning in your brain. Even short poems.
Thomas Newlove Jul 2015
For it was in that one moment, suspended from fleeting, if only for that very specific moment, that nothing else mattered. And it was perfec

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