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"playwrights" poems

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BohemiaAuthors and actors and artists and such / Never know nothing, and never know much. / Sculptors and singers and those of their kidney

Dorothy Parker10

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Going for the GoldThere's a voice on the phone / telling what had happened. / Some kind of confusion,

@conor-oberst49

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I Know Why Vincent Van Gogh Cut Off His Own EarI know why Vincent Van Gogh Cut off his own ear / We are a mad bunch, you see / Poets and painters and playwrights

@dorothy-anderson54

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Aphrodite, the Cat of the StageSometimes you see her admiring herself / In the mirror that's hanging next to the shelf. / And when she does it, oh, how she shines!

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A Necessary Hallows Eve Vision"Do not judge them," / She whispered softly, / "You may be old,

@LittleBirdWitch59

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Busy With LovingI am busy, you are busy / The skies are busy / The stars are busy

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The Sanctum of StagnationI can never compensate for the poems I have misplaced, / Yet I proceed to shed sincere ink upon an empty canvas, / and revert towards elusive answers.

@brandon-antonio-smith47

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raining in Manhattanmy actress, who / sweated blood on Broadway each night / off Broadway too

@spysgrandson35

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Born for the StageALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE / Where every scene from every play / Ever written flows seamlessly into

@DanielTucker53

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a poem started on the edge of a drawing, lost and then foundMen have died / And angels cried, / All for love.

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Theater Review:As the curtain dropped, the thin and tiny dancers spun, leaving shadows dancing on their own. With movement, the orchestra rumbled into existence like an old, but trusted engine, the story, if there was one to tell, came to life and extended to a peak. / Those in attendance, were mostly astonished by the playwrights sardonic ebb and flow. Jaws hung like meat from the ceiling of an old delicatessen as earth tone lights dodged about and around folks ears, gently tilting through a myriad of pleasant poses. / The now heavy and breathy air in the theater coalesced as the heat of the story changed the room. Hands were clenched and teeth were squeezed as purpose slowly but surely found the dimly lit theater, deep in the heart of the old, dark city.

@absent-minded30

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A Poet's BluesAt times, / I get a creative tornado / in my head,

@dorothy-anderson32

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What It's Like To Be Anything At All.It's like this: / You sit in your bedroom and the fan is on, the window is open, yet it is still hot. / You have your laptop open and music is playing.

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Take me...Take me to the City that Never Sleeps / so we can spend all night / mingling with the mattress

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Nonchalance...And as we move, / so too does the mind. / Shaped by divergence.

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Vísa fyrir RikkaOur Richards eyes are nothing like the sun, / but even one with luminous eyes / could not shed light on writers and make fun.

@sveinn-gararsson23

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All the world's a stageDirectors and playwrights: / Puppet-masters pulling strings. / With an ending clearly written

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Exhale.I sighed. / I only wanted to sit down and resign myself to never thinking twice about you again, / You've buried yourself in my rib cage, rooted yourself in the compacted red clay surrounding my bicuspid valve.

@gwen-whitmoore35

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A Playwright's ReverieThe heart recognized, / And the soul remembers. / An affair that commenced,

@erosandthanatos31nyc29

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PLAYAs you get older and things become even more obscure, you eventually sit back and realize, everything around you is a dream. From the food you eat to the shoes you wear. From your neighbours car to your dentist's chair. It's all a fantasy, a myriad of illusions cast upon a dark canvas by poking holes in a screen. It's not that we are the actors or playwrights, only imaginary characters in our own perverted scene.

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Iowa City(A bit of fun for Thomas W. Case - I *think* he lives in Iowa) / Hawkeye pride burns bright in Iowa City, / the place where Tennessee Williams learned to curse.

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of playwrights and unexpected protagonistsI glimpsed you / for a moment / miles away,

@tiger-striped22

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Great Imitations.You read, hoped to absorb, the words / Of another: their genius sound you prayed / To emulate, and to spit something attractive at last

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Data TragedianThings chronicled in shalestone fossils / or superannuated tree rings / can only be read by convinced decipherers.

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Go Get'em Folks*Fight , fight writers , poets and playwrights , manipulate and fool the gaze of government with all thy might , extending a daisy with the left hand while smacking common sense into their bureaucratic mindset with a swift 'right'* ...

@randolph-l-wilson4

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