Language
Words fall on paper
As printed symbols, not as
What they really mean.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Daisy (Fun Poem 118)
I have a little cat named Daisy
who just loves my company.
Whenever I’m on my computer,
she goes to sleep on my printer
on the shelf just above my head.
Whenever I go to print something out
she tries to nick the paper
before it is printed on,
Then when the paper is printed
it has perforations by her teeth.
Now I am beginning to wonder
if she thinks that I read Braille.
6 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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The Bookworm
This alien land is made of paper
Its pages stay firmly stuck together
Until this foreign creature slides them apart
She ruins their land like she has no heart
In these pages there are symbols
For the educated, they are tools
At a fast pace, the creature drinks them down
It was amazing that she didn’t drown
The symbols tell a story, only the creature knows
In them she escapes all of her foes
It is joyful to roll in the words
To fly through them just like birds
She squiggles on her stomach,
The world only sees her back
She enjoys being so low down
The story will never make her frown
In the narrative she worms
In its pleasure she squirms
In the fiction words she’s lain
The bookworm is back again
poem by Lenore Lee
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Words on paper
Words on paper
~
Just words on paper
Where a story is told
An emotion revealed
Or a love laid to rest
Where a dream begins
An ambition is spoken
Perhaps a whim of fancy
Takes charge of the pen
To write what is written
Letters forming words
Shapley and beautiful
Expressions of a soul
Or a mind at play
There across the page
Words on paper
Written to have their say
poem by Matthew Holloway
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the poem that N A M E D itself
it crawls out
slithering snake
onto the paper
spread like the Bible
out before me
and I think:
what shall I write?
and it seeps out
bleeding black
onto the paper
words that form
from the hollow
places inside me
that sometimes
I can’t find
and it calls forth
emotions that
deserve the words
I can’t give
—except
I give them
my pen is sharp
and my hand aches
the words are
pouring out onto
the face
of blank paper
and I am staring
outside myself
not writing the
words but merely
a vessel for them
to contain themselves
when it is done
and the hollow places
are silent I ask:
what shall I
call it?
but it is already
N A M E D
poem by Elizabeth Rebel
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Gray Room
Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
At your pale white gown;
Or lift one of the green beads
Of your necklace,
To let it fall;
Or gaze at your green fan
Printed with the red branches of a red willow;
Or, with one finger,
Move the leaf in the bowl--
The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia
Beside you...
What is all this?
I know how furiously your heart is beating.
poem by Wallace Stevens
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Paper And Pen
Paper and pen
Trying to write a song again
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Trying to write a song again
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Can’t think of anything to say today
Can’t think of anything to do
Can’t think of anything to play today
Minds gone blank
Leaving me here, just sitting here
Listening to my hair grow
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
And I look towards you
For an inspiration or a word or two
I try but I find
Every road only leads me back to these lines
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Piano, guitar
I try but don't get very far
Paper and pen
Piano, guitar
Paper and pen
Trying to write a song again
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Copyright Colin Coplin 1985 / 2010
poem by Colin Coplin
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Paper Dolls
All around me
This feeling has taken over me
Thank God you feel it too
Cos words would fail me
And the spirits did bless this
For getting on that road
We were taken to a place
Magical yet true
As day becomes the night
Love is in my life
Nothing I have known
Ever felt so right
Theres no more that I can do
Than to fall a little more in love with you
Here we are and were paper dolls
And were side by side
Here we are on the magic ride
Just for you and i
Everytime I look into your eyes
I fall a little more in love
Everytime takes me by surprise
I fall a little more in love with you
Do do do yeah
Do do doo
I fall a little more in love with you
Its becoming the one thing
That I want to last
And theres never time enough
The hours go too fast
As day becomes the night
Love is in my life
Nothing I have known
Ever felt so right
Theres no more that I can do
Than to fall a little more in love with you
Here we are and were paper dolls
And were side by side
Here we are on the magic ride
Just for you and i
Everytime I look into your eyes
I fall a little more in love
Everytime takes me by surprise
I fall a little more in love with you
Do do do
Do do doo
Mmmm
I fall a little more in love with you
Do do do yeah
Do do doo
I fall a little more in love with you
Everytime I look into your eyes
I fall a little more in love
Everytime takes me by surprise
I fall a little more in love with you
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Computers may save time but they sure waste a lot of paper. About 98 percent of everything printed out by a computer is garbage that no one ever reads.
quote by Andy Rooney
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Symbolic
I love symbols,
As much as the nations.
The lords of travel complain
Of the symbols on the highways,
But I do not.
I am alone with the night and city,
While the forgetting is done.
Symbols of criminals light up,
Fully transported, of the love.
Feet are sore as they travel
On the journey that some forgive,
Some forget.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Power Of Dawn
I feel emotionless, due to the corrosion of love to the beat of my heart - Peace is marked by dove of white, war rains first, the battleground fierce to be bloodied - The symbols of truth is never sane, iron is steel stolen from the mountains - I believe there hides good to be seen, the fountain which springs to life is never clean, not even ice as sow to white - You read the lies printed by jokers, they are the kings while the dead poor dreams only broker - All the words in the universe can never break, the power of dawn - My world is littered with glass, we can never save which forever means last - When your soul is moulded instead of cast
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Words
Words on this paper
Words in my head
Words while I'm texting
Computing
Unsaid
Words between people
Words on the phone
Words upon words
Even when I'm alone
Words from the Bible
I question
Don't mesh
Words from pornography
Making them flesh
Words with flat letters
Written in black
Good words and bad words
You cannot take back
Words that are shallow
Words that are deep
When they're too many
They put me to sleep
Words that I'm writing
And rhyming you read
Whatever I'm saying
There's prolly no need
Words from the alphabet
Words that can't be
When you are blind
And it's Braile that you see
Words that are worthless
And said on the fly
My words or your words
Are most likely lies
Words in a sentence
Wise words or fair
The only words earnest
Are those said in prayer
Written by Sara Fielder © 2011
poem by Sara Fielder
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Don't
Don't fall in love with a poet
for they will melt your heart
and there is no escape, you see
for romance is their art.
Don't try to vie with a poet
for words trip from their mouths
as easily as quick silver
that lines the darkest clouds.
Don't tell a poet your secrets
for very soon you'll see,
they'll write them as a metaphor
upon a paper sea.
Don't make a stance with a poet
for you don't stand a chance
they'll sway you with emotions
and words that sweetly dance.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
however they endear,
for strong romantic gestures
will conjure flowing tears.
Don't fall in love with a poet
for life will surely change
but oh how happy you will be
to have it rearranged.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Language, after all, is only the use of symbols, and Art also can only affect us through symbols.
quote by George Henry Lewes
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In writing biography, fact and fiction shouldn't be mixed. And if they are, the fictional points should be printed in red ink, the facts printed in black ink.
quote by Catherine Drinker Bowen
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Paper Rain
From miles above
poured the paper rain
Flooding the streets
whiteing out the clear September day
peoples thoughts floated from the hell fire
like paper rain
First like a mist
then like a monsoon
the paper rain spread across the city
engulfing the running masses below
in a hurricane of paper rain
When the storm stopped
and the clouds of fire ceased
millons of unread words litter the streets
like a sea
of paper rain
Swept into the gutters
went the thoughts of the dead
the paper rain gone
Until the next unpredicted storm arises
and the heavens pour down peoples sorrows
ON PAPER RAIN
GOD BLESS ALL THE VICTIMS AND THERE FAMILYS
OF THE SEPTEMBER 11 TRAGEDY
poem by Vincent Armone
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Total Consumption
We rely on symbols—caricatures
Designed for mass-seduction and allure.
We blindly believe in our avatars,
Surmising possibilities that are
Perversions of our pragmatic nature.
The frozen imagery literature
Provides us exists only to obscure
Our acknowledgement—to drift us afar.
We rely on symbols.
Because society cannot secure
The spectacles of our still immature
Thoughts, we embellish these facets that mar
Enjoyment with what could exceed the stars—
A compensation for corporature.
We rely on symbols.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Letters and Words.
I´m feeling so alone without the letters!
Without the words.
The paper which i write impose to myself limitations.
I don't like border lines.
Shorts spaces twisted my hands. Distracts me from such needed affection.
Always the paper, the space and words! My love!
forget my cliché!
My fragility or my weak to deal with.Can be?
Words fail me again? lacks to me again?
What can i do if they don't meet each other?
Re-invent the past?
You suffer. I know.
And how many times that happens
More still hurts me too.
Please, baby, turn over the page.
poem by Mirna Morgan
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We are symbols, and inhabit symbols.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Paper
Paper promises, Dunstead said,
paper cups, wallpaper being stuck
up on the wall for the next to last
time, paper tigers, paper to wipe
the ass and best of all paper to
create art, to have it from the heart,
to see it out there, being gazed at,
studied by some bearded guy with
glasses and paper money to buy
the next paper to create and then
if I’m lucky the muse turning up on
time and giving me the big nudge
in the right direction or some paper
picture of some nude dame giving
the long time wished for erection.
poem by Terry Collett
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Interpretations for M lady Marcy
We are confused by our odd dreams
when nothing is quite as it seems.
Though dreams may be our minds at play.
Sometimes they can show us the way.
High light the pitfalls and the snares
we might fall into unawares.
The dreaming mind can see ahead
along the future path we tread.
But dreams use symbols to convey
their message in a concealed way.
If we can learn to recognise
what every symbol signifies.
Then we have solved the mystery
and can walk on confidently.
Quite sure we can avoid the traps
Which lie in wait for us perhaps.
But first we have to learn to read
the symbols if we would succeed.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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