"nibbed" poems - Hello Poetry

Thrown away carrom men Hunting for the queen Grey white turqoise marbles a spinning top on the table an electric motor a gadget then bifid nibbed fountain pen Cassette wheels and a chip of steel ran faster than ritzy hotwheels tazos and trumps spurred triumphant jumps peacock clay in redolent sandalwood I collected and carry in the treasure of childhood

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Apr 27, 2015

Apr 27, 2015 at 4:40 AM UTC

vipul-mehra

Childhood

Thrown away carrom men Hunting for the queen Grey white turqoise marbles a spinning top on the table an electric motor a gadget then bifid nibbed fountain pen Cassette wheels and a chip of steel ran faster than ritzy hotwheels tazos and trumps spurred triumphant jumps peacock clay in redolent sandalwood I collected and carry in the treasure of childhood

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*By the hue of dying candle light Tear sodden pages stifle the nibbed quill A deep yearning to share it all, her passions her plight Delicate hand held fast by hearts anguished sorrow Shadows dancing joyfully upon decaying walls Baring final witness to the death of her longing Slain by a trust devoured; Imprisoned within her dismal gloom Lost in life's thorned wilderness, the path ahead lay in ruin Bleakness surrounds in eerie silence finding sanctuary beside her pain Her souls voiceless screams stirring amid the black winter night As her lingering sadness drifts towards tainted dreams The dark shroud of slumber descends upon emptiness*

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Mar 28, 2016

Mar 28, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC

mark-crane

The Death Of Her Longing

*By the hue of dying candle light Tear sodden pages stifle the nibbed quill A deep yearning to share it all, her passions her plight Delicate hand held fast by hearts anguished sorrow Shadows dancing joyfully upon decaying walls Baring final witness to the death of her longing Slain by a trust devoured; Imprisoned within her dismal gloom Lost in life's thorned wilderness, the path ahead lay in ruin Bleakness surrounds in eerie silence finding sanctuary beside her pain Her souls voiceless screams stirring amid the black winter night As her lingering sadness drifts towards tainted dreams The dark shroud of slumber descends upon emptiness*

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Giving birth to new feelings, life to the unborn Eternity now swaddled, cradled and warm A labored delivery, nibbed forceps demand Prying out a new meaning, each stroke of the hand (Plane To Las Vegas: July, 2016)

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Sep 30, 2016

Sep 30, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC

kurt-philip-behm

Each Stroke Of The Hand

Giving birth to new feelings, life to the unborn Eternity now swaddled, cradled and warm A labored delivery, nibbed forceps demand Prying out a new meaning, each stroke of the hand (Plane To Las Vegas: July, 2016)

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