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.
Sappho
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 9:33am
31st Dec 2024 9:33am
In Morpheus' Arms
Sleep, little brother of death
Darkness captures me
Silence surrounds me
Total loss of control
Surrender to my nightly visions
Colorful dream pictures
Mysterious encounters
Sweet little secrets
Bizarre scenarios
What's this all about?
In my sleep I'm most awake
All senses are sharpened
No distractions by social noise
My subconscious is open to
Guidance of a higher power
Sleeping isn't an escape to me
But a fountain of inspiration
Symbols are the language of dreams
Waiting to be...
Darkness captures me
Silence surrounds me
Total loss of control
Surrender to my nightly visions
Colorful dream pictures
Mysterious encounters
Sweet little secrets
Bizarre scenarios
What's this all about?
In my sleep I'm most awake
All senses are sharpened
No distractions by social noise
My subconscious is open to
Guidance of a higher power
Sleeping isn't an escape to me
But a fountain of inspiration
Symbols are the language of dreams
Waiting to be...
#dreams
#MyInspiration
108 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 8:50pm
29th Dec 2024 8:50pm
70's porn movies
When the imbeciles disembark
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
104 reads
9 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 4:48am
28th Dec 2024 4:48am
Slayed with Curses(Saved with Words)
Slayed with curses
Saved with words on pages
Of my iPhone screen
But to me
It’s like I put it down
On the Declaration
Of Independence
Depends on me
But I’m Growing
in Confidence
1776 But 1980
In my Sunburn
Look through my life
Layered down on an Apple
Saved with words on pages
Of my iPhone screen
But to me
It’s like I put it down
On the Declaration
Of Independence
Depends on me
But I’m Growing
in Confidence
1776 But 1980
In my Sunburn
Look through my life
Layered down on an Apple
#art
#MyInspiration
#passion
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MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 8:53am
24th Dec 2024 8:53am
A Path To Walk
A path to walk, would that be fate?
that fear of dark, would I abate?
souls of profound bonds seldom found
barren hearts wouldn't tread that ground
quiet calls to trace in timeless rate.
Would inner rhythm dictate
heart abode or be it blind date?
or just to a world be spellbound?
A path to walk
To each step there should be a date
for every choice time wouldn't wait
roamers seek not the Self imbound
on divine journeys, souls unbound
feed heart and open wide mind's gate
A path to walk.
that fear of dark, would I abate?
souls of profound bonds seldom found
barren hearts wouldn't tread that ground
quiet calls to trace in timeless rate.
Would inner rhythm dictate
heart abode or be it blind date?
or just to a world be spellbound?
A path to walk
To each step there should be a date
for every choice time wouldn't wait
roamers seek not the Self imbound
on divine journeys, souls unbound
feed heart and open wide mind's gate
A path to walk.
#metaphor
#MyInspiration
#spiritual
#symbolism
#WritingPoetry
79 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 9:57pm
21st Dec 2024 9:57pm
Rondo
Beauty is not a word!
Beauty is many words...
Poeming together.
(Beleza não é uma palavra
Beleza é muitas palavras
Poemando juntas.)
Beauty and words are
Our day-to-day bread.
Words given to mouth
As if you are simply hungry!
(Beleza e palavras são
Os nossos pães de cada dia.
Palavras dadas à boca
Como quem tem muita fome!)
Beauty is many words...
Poeming together.
(Beleza não é uma palavra
Beleza é muitas palavras
Poemando juntas.)
Beauty and words are
Our day-to-day bread.
Words given to mouth
As if you are simply hungry!
(Beleza e palavras são
Os nossos pães de cada dia.
Palavras dadas à boca
Como quem tem muita fome!)
#beauty
#kindness
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry
128 reads
16 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 7:17pm
21st Dec 2024 7:17pm
Why Cant A Man Be More Like A Woman? (This is the counter argument for a song)
I just had to leave
I’m sure he would not understand
That all his yammering On’s
It was getting out of hand
Men are too rational.
Here is what I say about that
Their head is full of bills, bosses
And the occasional sportsman at bat
They are good for
Accusation
Deliberations
Detestations
Criminalization
Infuriation
Quibbling
and
Nags
Why can’t a man be more like a woman? I can’t understand.
Women are like light.
That everyone can't help but stare.
More...
I’m sure he would not understand
That all his yammering On’s
It was getting out of hand
Men are too rational.
Here is what I say about that
Their head is full of bills, bosses
And the occasional sportsman at bat
They are good for
Accusation
Deliberations
Detestations
Criminalization
Infuriation
Quibbling
and
Nags
Why can’t a man be more like a woman? I can’t understand.
Women are like light.
That everyone can't help but stare.
More...
#masculinity
#music
#MyInspiration
203 reads
11 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:46am
20th Dec 2024 11:46am
About Her for Her and with Her
Her is her, in the quiet hours of dawn.
A whisper in the stillness, a breath of the morning air.
Her presence is a thread in the tapestry of time
weaving patterns of herself and fragments of others.
In the mirror, Her sees reflections,
not just one own, but countless faces.
Each gaze a story, each smile a secret,
Her identity shifts, dances, in the fluidity of moments.
Her walks the path of many,
one's steps echoing in the lives of others,
adopting roles, shedding skins, becoming more than one.
Yet in Her heart, there...
A whisper in the stillness, a breath of the morning air.
Her presence is a thread in the tapestry of time
weaving patterns of herself and fragments of others.
In the mirror, Her sees reflections,
not just one own, but countless faces.
Each gaze a story, each smile a secret,
Her identity shifts, dances, in the fluidity of moments.
Her walks the path of many,
one's steps echoing in the lives of others,
adopting roles, shedding skins, becoming more than one.
Yet in Her heart, there...
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
127 reads
14 Comments
Wordsmith
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 7:26am
18th Dec 2024 7:26am
That Guy
They call me this, they call me that,
The bastard; the rebel; the one who won’t crack
The scarred; the forlorn; the apathetic guy
The one who speaks where silence falls flat
Turning the void into lyrical chat
Yea I’m that guy
Who’s used and abused but still finds his track
Who’s bruised and battered yet always fights back
The scars on my soul are stories I own
Proof that I’ve lived and never bowed alone
I’m that guy; who dives into storms
Finding the rhythm in chaos and forms
The poet of pain; the bard of the streets ...
The bastard; the rebel; the one who won’t crack
The scarred; the forlorn; the apathetic guy
The one who speaks where silence falls flat
Turning the void into lyrical chat
Yea I’m that guy
Who’s used and abused but still finds his track
Who’s bruised and battered yet always fights back
The scars on my soul are stories I own
Proof that I’ve lived and never bowed alone
I’m that guy; who dives into storms
Finding the rhythm in chaos and forms
The poet of pain; the bard of the streets ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
76 reads
0 Comments
disDain
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 10:34pm
17th Dec 2024 10:34pm
Up And At ’Em
Up and at ‘em…When I just wanna sleep
As luck would have it, I can only fathom having this peace…
Some imagined reprieve, that I could handle with ease, to turn the war and win the battle in me…
Dear Lord,
I plead for more…From the ground floor to soar
High from a balcony, where ancient alchemy’s released
Confounding winds with a baffling breeze
I dabble in these
Within my rabble-rousing skin
My spirit calls for action and the grappling begins…
Through the lens of these esoteric factions
Lives the fractious…Not enamored...
As luck would have it, I can only fathom having this peace…
Some imagined reprieve, that I could handle with ease, to turn the war and win the battle in me…
Dear Lord,
I plead for more…From the ground floor to soar
High from a balcony, where ancient alchemy’s released
Confounding winds with a baffling breeze
I dabble in these
Within my rabble-rousing skin
My spirit calls for action and the grappling begins…
Through the lens of these esoteric factions
Lives the fractious…Not enamored...
#determination
#healing
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#PersonalGrowth
80 reads
0 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 4:40pm
16th Dec 2024 4:40pm
My Words I'd Love To Release
I have no idle time to spare
to just sit, rest and stare
Leisure, a word I literally define
into my world I can trace no sign
a body in motion.. a brain absorbed
beauty blurred.. life confined
The Muse of poetry, the soul is the abode
do I need my ink to upload?
*****
My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.
*****
A past lingering sweet incense
feeding the inner self with sense
As for now, prevailing is the scent of evil
human nature slipping into upheaval
Souls roaming.. dry are their wells ...
to just sit, rest and stare
Leisure, a word I literally define
into my world I can trace no sign
a body in motion.. a brain absorbed
beauty blurred.. life confined
The Muse of poetry, the soul is the abode
do I need my ink to upload?
*****
My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.
*****
A past lingering sweet incense
feeding the inner self with sense
As for now, prevailing is the scent of evil
human nature slipping into upheaval
Souls roaming.. dry are their wells ...
#admiration
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
87 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 9:15pm
15th Dec 2024 9:15pm
Grace
With a wink and a nod
she conjures delight.
Turning dull moments into pure light.
Grace, the jester,
with a heart so sunny,
her world is a playground,
endlessly funny.
she conjures delight.
Turning dull moments into pure light.
Grace, the jester,
with a heart so sunny,
her world is a playground,
endlessly funny.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
104 reads
12 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 1:06pm
15th Dec 2024 1:06pm
fianaturie8
Learning to see
Myself
Seeing myself
in the crystal
mirror
of my eyes
that learn...
Myself undone.
Myself
Seeing myself
in the crystal
mirror
of my eyes
that learn...
Myself undone.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
102 reads
7 Comments
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