#quills
restriction on creation
more power
to the wielders
of the quill.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 8:06 AM UTC
Downy pen, as light as day
Well, it is...
On the one side anyway
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 4:20 AM UTC
All around,
the dark memories gathered.
My pain grew as cold chills
fell against my naked soul.
My tear’s smite me,
and upon their release
my essence drips
to the wicked earth that
will in prison me someday
underneath a gravestone.
In agony I hang my head,
as oblivion approaches
with a cold reminder
I am alone, my tear’s
fell upon darkened times
hydrating my doom.
The devil taunt’s me
reminding me of my
appending doom.
© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
Gadreel darchangel
source of truth and light
your seal shines
in the firmament
It's witnessed
every single night.
You nudged the quills
of scribes inspired....
who took your
nom de plume,
unwittingly applied it
to His word ...
had the Maker's own
entombed.
Your master plan
to strike his name
and substitute your own
is working Prince....
everyone says "Gad"....
by Jove your name
has grown.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 6:02 AM UTC
Poets will proffer a word creation
Pictures on the page of mankind
Pouring forth imagination
Past greats all of literary rind
Over centuries till to-day
Our world reading from quills divine
Of the art in a mind's thought clay
Opus after opus gold to mine
Verse of romance lovers embrace
Verily spring's bloom tis beautiful
Victory won on the battle-front's face
Vying for lands e'er plentiful
Every composition a story
Each wordsmith of singular hand
Etching a mark throughout history
Ergo the masterpiece so grand
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 6:19 AM UTC
on the cover the same ones appear
we've witnessed them showing out
they've done so for over a long year
repeatedly their monikers are about
parading an ability so **** grand
we've witnessed them showing out
remarkable they of well scripted hand
ever shining the infinite bright light
parading an ability so **** grand
we marvel at their dominant flight
they've always had a star's billing
ever shining the infinite bright light
again to-day their fab quills spilling
of a class which holds such veneration
they've always had a star's billing
watching them is an awing inspiration
of a class which holds such veneration
on the cover the same ones appear
they've done so for over a long year
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
she met him
at a poetry site
where fondness did bloom
toward a fellow poet
of beguiling write
nowadays their quills
do entwine
in a love bounty
so divine
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
Clinking of ink bottles
Scratching of quills
Rustling of paper
Pouring out knowledge
Sweating students
Angry teachers
Swatting of fleas
No more patience
Old mad bat suddenly
Shouting
"Bring me the earmuffs!!"
Laughing, crying, farting
Interupting the quiteness
"Why would you ask that?"
Principal Harpy asks
"Surely it isn't winter"
"Goodness me, have I said that out aloud?"
"I take it back!"
"Kindly continue with your exams"
But no matter, nothing was the same.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
She was Quaint
And she was Quiet
But her words came in Quantity
With nothing other than Quality
She was a Quantitative Quilt of knowledge
Full of Questions and Queries
She was an ever moving Quill
Writing the book of her life
Yes she was Quaint
And Quiet.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC