Poems About My Inspiration Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about my inspiration seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
ghostly
she died a few days ago
they told me,
of a rare and radical cancer
in the common bile duct,
It saddened me to know...
after leaving her life...
"I don't need the man
but I want the poet."
she said then.
now she is dead
and I remain a poet
even though she doesn't know.
became the ghost muse
of what doesn't rhyme with me.
She died, they told me!
they told me,
of a rare and radical cancer
in the common bile duct,
It saddened me to know...
after leaving her life...
"I don't need the man
but I want the poet."
she said then.
now she is dead
and I remain a poet
even though she doesn't know.
became the ghost muse
of what doesn't rhyme with me.
She died, they told me!
#dark
#death
#ghosts #MyInspiration
#ghosts #MyInspiration
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A Memory Rings
When silence sings
A memory rings
A heart springs
And words wear wings
*****
I compose my rhapsody
Passionate and full of melody
With shades of artistic unity
Satiated with peaceful beauty
*****
There’s a poem in your eyes
Raw feelings of Nature ties
And all the wonder it implies
Your verses in my mind I eternize
*****
Your hidden rainbows of the mind
To every single hue I relate and bind
A magic wave of wand, one of a kind
A treasure of human nature is mined
***** ...
A memory rings
A heart springs
And words wear wings
*****
I compose my rhapsody
Passionate and full of melody
With shades of artistic unity
Satiated with peaceful beauty
*****
There’s a poem in your eyes
Raw feelings of Nature ties
And all the wonder it implies
Your verses in my mind I eternize
*****
Your hidden rainbows of the mind
To every single hue I relate and bind
A magic wave of wand, one of a kind
A treasure of human nature is mined
***** ...
#memories
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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JUST ANOTHER FREE FLOW DAWN (7-11-2001; Galveston Island, Texas)
as i open the blinds
on my east facing windows
first light comes
rose peach dawn
silently softly spreads aloft
across high escarpments
of billowing mountainous
cumulus clouds
blue and barely moving
over this gulf s horizon
illuminating the outer edges
of this wondrous godland s
slowly ever morphing lanterned realm
vaporous filaments of pink
and blood orange red
burning skirt of sun s orb rising
up over this new day s vast sparkling gulf
gradually filling morning sky
high above us all
with...
on my east facing windows
first light comes
rose peach dawn
silently softly spreads aloft
across high escarpments
of billowing mountainous
cumulus clouds
blue and barely moving
over this gulf s horizon
illuminating the outer edges
of this wondrous godland s
slowly ever morphing lanterned realm
vaporous filaments of pink
and blood orange red
burning skirt of sun s orb rising
up over this new day s vast sparkling gulf
gradually filling morning sky
high above us all
with...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#dawn
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Queen of the Ashes
In the game's shadowed play, unwitting, a pawn was I,
Yet from its depths, a lesson profound did rise.
Commanding demons old to kneel beneath my gaze,
Through labyrinth's twist, a game of disguise.
Not a pawn, but a queen, from the ashes I claim,
Unseen was the fire within, a dance in the blaze.
Crafted from stardust, a witch of untamed fame,
You sought to use, unaware of my inner maze.
The cost, still veiled, awaits its due time,
For you sought destruction, a pawn to demean.
Yet from the wreckage, a queen did climb,
Forged in trials, a...
Yet from its depths, a lesson profound did rise.
Commanding demons old to kneel beneath my gaze,
Through labyrinth's twist, a game of disguise.
Not a pawn, but a queen, from the ashes I claim,
Unseen was the fire within, a dance in the blaze.
Crafted from stardust, a witch of untamed fame,
You sought to use, unaware of my inner maze.
The cost, still veiled, awaits its due time,
For you sought destruction, a pawn to demean.
Yet from the wreckage, a queen did climb,
Forged in trials, a...
#MyInspiration
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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We Just Learn To Breed What Fills The Soul Beyond Measure
Demise deviates from its route
When life clings to its smile
And love springs from its root
When the soul deluged by the Majestic Nile
*****
Pain is the pulse that shall not wane
Sight and super powers we derive
One of the signs one still sane
And the flames aglow and alive
*****
End not your world for a word
And feed not what cannot be fed
A word wraps a state while a whole is the world
Souls of Light have Love to nourish and spread
*****
How vain to confine the sight to a favourite...
When life clings to its smile
And love springs from its root
When the soul deluged by the Majestic Nile
*****
Pain is the pulse that shall not wane
Sight and super powers we derive
One of the signs one still sane
And the flames aglow and alive
*****
End not your world for a word
And feed not what cannot be fed
A word wraps a state while a whole is the world
Souls of Light have Love to nourish and spread
*****
How vain to confine the sight to a favourite...
#spiritual
#LifeChangingMoment
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#wisdom
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Every Poet In You Quenches a Fire
It was quite a time
when with my mind you used to rhyme
and in the tune of my heart you sign.
That time was quite long
when I thought the words to me belong
and I could compose a million song.
It was such a feel!
to bare my soul to words with great zeal
put my Self in words, nothing to conceal.
A thrill beyond words!
when you believe you can capture worlds
and raise the sharpest of them as swords.
You stand on your own empire
as every poet in you quenches a fire
and for avid readers, a pleasure not...
when with my mind you used to rhyme
and in the tune of my heart you sign.
That time was quite long
when I thought the words to me belong
and I could compose a million song.
It was such a feel!
to bare my soul to words with great zeal
put my Self in words, nothing to conceal.
A thrill beyond words!
when you believe you can capture worlds
and raise the sharpest of them as swords.
You stand on your own empire
as every poet in you quenches a fire
and for avid readers, a pleasure not...
#inspirational
#silence
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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My erotic rhyme
#lust
#MyInspiration
#sexy
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Retired Souls In Rhyme Confide
I fear as I drip my word
Teardrops would be overheard
No verse shall set its rhythm or whine
I dread my anguish is seen as I rhyme
Whatever deep into my soul unable to mute
I wholly surrender to the magic of the flute
To bring the sublime into the mundane is insane
My world of poetry, in your glossary no word for strain
Blind to the divine truth we wander astray
Tempted by sick feelings we fall an easy prey
Of all the stages, one and only age
When the Self falls into the clutches of rage
Granted is the time to ponder and reap ...
Teardrops would be overheard
No verse shall set its rhythm or whine
I dread my anguish is seen as I rhyme
Whatever deep into my soul unable to mute
I wholly surrender to the magic of the flute
To bring the sublime into the mundane is insane
My world of poetry, in your glossary no word for strain
Blind to the divine truth we wander astray
Tempted by sick feelings we fall an easy prey
Of all the stages, one and only age
When the Self falls into the clutches of rage
Granted is the time to ponder and reap ...
#spiritual
#LifeChangingMoment
#MyInspiration
#SelfReflection
#responsibility
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Shadow People
``~~~…~~~```
What about necromancy,
many years ago
my anger grew violently dark,
and in my rage, it tore a hole in the veil,
allowing shadow creatures in,
to haunt me,
also gifting me with,
when sufficiently angry, darken, an meditated enough,
object animation & remote viewing an communication
but, I want more,
For I desire communion with the other side
an reunion with the dead,
to have more power over the natural order of decay
and its master, death…
```~~~Up the Irons~~~```
… deadwolf November 20, 2023… ...
What about necromancy,
many years ago
my anger grew violently dark,
and in my rage, it tore a hole in the veil,
allowing shadow creatures in,
to haunt me,
also gifting me with,
when sufficiently angry, darken, an meditated enough,
object animation & remote viewing an communication
but, I want more,
For I desire communion with the other side
an reunion with the dead,
to have more power over the natural order of decay
and its master, death…
```~~~Up the Irons~~~```
… deadwolf November 20, 2023… ...
#anger
#dark
#MyInspiration
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OF DUSTED DREAMS UNDONE (4-24-2022, 21:30am, Palm Springs, California)
on waking every morning
i like to pause
and linger
to softly listen
and sense
to inwardly reflect upon
whatever dreams
may have come along
from dusk to dawn
in the night
as well as other
dreams
that may have slipped
away
in sleep s now lapsed
long gone
vacuous void s
deep subconscious mystery
unseen unknown to me
oft hid between behind
each fallen floating mote
of dusted dreams undone
forgotten lost beyond
the slippery conscious grasp
of each...
i like to pause
and linger
to softly listen
and sense
to inwardly reflect upon
whatever dreams
may have come along
from dusk to dawn
in the night
as well as other
dreams
that may have slipped
away
in sleep s now lapsed
long gone
vacuous void s
deep subconscious mystery
unseen unknown to me
oft hid between behind
each fallen floating mote
of dusted dreams undone
forgotten lost beyond
the slippery conscious grasp
of each...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#reading
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O Brigid!
O Brigid, bright and brilliant flame.
Inspiration to the bards!
They will sing your name
weaving words with skill and nuance
through the path of your radiant glance.
O Brigid, fire of craft and art,
blessing the hands to shape a verse.
Guide of the vision of the mind.
Sparkle your creativity on humankind.
O Brigid, seer of past and future...
Reveal the secrets of the alure.
Speaking the wisdom of the ages.
Writer of history's thousand pages.
O Brigid, goddess of poetry...
Main source of all...
Inspiration to the bards!
They will sing your name
weaving words with skill and nuance
through the path of your radiant glance.
O Brigid, fire of craft and art,
blessing the hands to shape a verse.
Guide of the vision of the mind.
Sparkle your creativity on humankind.
O Brigid, seer of past and future...
Reveal the secrets of the alure.
Speaking the wisdom of the ages.
Writer of history's thousand pages.
O Brigid, goddess of poetry...
Main source of all...
#motivational
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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The Frenchies Seek Him Everywhere!
Modern conversation can be a fright
with all those pistols on rustic hips.
The savages are ready for a fight
If you're reckless with the use of your lips.
Barbarous dolts may think I'm perversed
should I savor some silver-tongued love.
Yet fancy, glad, must be warded and nursed;
I fear poltroonery gave it a shove.
Then the internet beat it down more
and told it to get a haircut and job.
But some seek fancy as never before...
terse chafed by snob or rude slob;
They seek it there; they seek it...
with all those pistols on rustic hips.
The savages are ready for a fight
If you're reckless with the use of your lips.
Barbarous dolts may think I'm perversed
should I savor some silver-tongued love.
Yet fancy, glad, must be warded and nursed;
I fear poltroonery gave it a shove.
Then the internet beat it down more
and told it to get a haircut and job.
But some seek fancy as never before...
terse chafed by snob or rude slob;
They seek it there; they seek it...
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #passion
#PowerOfWords #passion
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