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.
Ms. Grinch's Cozy World
I am Ms. Grinch, In my little world,
where I alone reign,
With my coffee and voodoo dolls, my unique domain.
I avoid the crowds, oh yes, indeed,
In my cozy nook, I find all I need.
"Snug as a bug in a rug," I cheerfully declare,
With a twinkle in my eye and not a single care.
A cup of coffee, my morning's delight,
Brings warmth and joy, through and through.
My voodoo dolls, with their quirky grace,
Sit beside me, in their special place.
I hum my tune, both merry and light,
"Peace, weed, and coffee,"...
where I alone reign,
With my coffee and voodoo dolls, my unique domain.
I avoid the crowds, oh yes, indeed,
In my cozy nook, I find all I need.
"Snug as a bug in a rug," I cheerfully declare,
With a twinkle in my eye and not a single care.
A cup of coffee, my morning's delight,
Brings warmth and joy, through and through.
My voodoo dolls, with their quirky grace,
Sit beside me, in their special place.
I hum my tune, both merry and light,
"Peace, weed, and coffee,"...
#Christmas
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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Erotic Poems; I can be your bad girl ;)
What could be more incredible
Than physical indulgence -
To feel the world deeply inside
A bite mark, a nail track,
passionate kisses, stroking,
A trace of mad passion.
This passion boils in me,
Igniting the fluids inside,
And pierces me with fire,
Like a tingling on the skin.
Ah, what could be more...
beautiful than rapture?
And your hand reaches below.
Taking control with words.
You push inside of me.
Our collective orgasm building...
Until the bursting point.
Where you fill...
Than physical indulgence -
To feel the world deeply inside
A bite mark, a nail track,
passionate kisses, stroking,
A trace of mad passion.
This passion boils in me,
Igniting the fluids inside,
And pierces me with fire,
Like a tingling on the skin.
Ah, what could be more...
beautiful than rapture?
And your hand reaches below.
Taking control with words.
You push inside of me.
Our collective orgasm building...
Until the bursting point.
Where you fill...
#lust
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#passion
#orgasm
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Poetiq Sting
I'm wandering these pages
looking for someone...someone that inspired..
my artistic flow
she stung me..with her creativity.
'bout 4 years ago...hope I can find her..
I'd like to see...if we could flow
and maybe flow together
can't remember her whole name...
cuz she changes it so often
but I think part of it began with...Poetiq..yeah that's
it..yeah I'm sure..
sure wish...
Poetique would come over to my pages..
it'd be real nice...now what could
I use as...
looking for someone...someone that inspired..
my artistic flow
she stung me..with her creativity.
'bout 4 years ago...hope I can find her..
I'd like to see...if we could flow
and maybe flow together
can't remember her whole name...
cuz she changes it so often
but I think part of it began with...Poetiq..yeah that's
it..yeah I'm sure..
sure wish...
Poetique would come over to my pages..
it'd be real nice...now what could
I use as...
#funny
#lover
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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Waves of Poetry
Poetry comes in waves
we all swim at our own pace.
Some of us make a splash,
and some do it with grace.
The ocean tide roles in,
that's when the muse hits,
the moon to guide my light
upon the desk where I sit.
Another wave on this paper,
a stanza of splashes from the sea,
I crave the salty wind,
let it set my writing free.
And when the storms begin to roar,
lightning strikes the deep blue,
a mastermind of emotions
begin to pour through.
So let my writing come in waves,
my muse hit at times, ...
we all swim at our own pace.
Some of us make a splash,
and some do it with grace.
The ocean tide roles in,
that's when the muse hits,
the moon to guide my light
upon the desk where I sit.
Another wave on this paper,
a stanza of splashes from the sea,
I crave the salty wind,
let it set my writing free.
And when the storms begin to roar,
lightning strikes the deep blue,
a mastermind of emotions
begin to pour through.
So let my writing come in waves,
my muse hit at times, ...
#inspirational
#rhyming
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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. until you see my ink
I ink, therefore iamb.”―Adrienne Gusoff
i am a little poem,
a cluster of impressive words
with wings that soar like happy birds
upon the winds that blow ‘em.
i wear a cunning guise
that sometimes hides, behind its text,
making some readers feel perplexed,
words only for the wise.
i am both speech and song,
full of the rhythm of the dance,
whose lines code meaning at a...
i am a little poem,
a cluster of impressive words
with wings that soar like happy birds
upon the winds that blow ‘em.
i wear a cunning guise
that sometimes hides, behind its text,
making some readers feel perplexed,
words only for the wise.
i am both speech and song,
full of the rhythm of the dance,
whose lines code meaning at a...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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Congruence
Reality is a corkscrew
of twisting DNA,
like how the planet orbits slew
around the hub of day.
The lesson there is to compare
the nature of all things,
till epiphany confounds despair
and all the shite it brings.
"Keep looking up"...(so says the muse)
for there is beauty there
beyond the daze/days which will confuse
rotations with something square...
like how a rhyme for it's own sake,
abandons metaphor,
the way a boxcar with no brake,
leaves wreckage to deplore!
of twisting DNA,
like how the planet orbits slew
around the hub of day.
The lesson there is to compare
the nature of all things,
till epiphany confounds despair
and all the shite it brings.
"Keep looking up"...(so says the muse)
for there is beauty there
beyond the daze/days which will confuse
rotations with something square...
like how a rhyme for it's own sake,
abandons metaphor,
the way a boxcar with no brake,
leaves wreckage to deplore!
#MyInspiration
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The gift of realness
People always wonder why I am who I am
It’s cause I prize being myself and being who I am
I take originality very seriously
I don’t fake it cause I know I’ll never make it
I stay true to who I am cause being you will always stay in style
It’s why people like me are such a rarity
Cause realness is a skill and talent that most don’t have
I don’t need to impress anyone
Even I don’t need to dress up or down for anyone
I’m just me, take it or leave it
I’m the kind that has zero tolerance for fakers
But adores those who are real, true and...
It’s cause I prize being myself and being who I am
I take originality very seriously
I don’t fake it cause I know I’ll never make it
I stay true to who I am cause being you will always stay in style
It’s why people like me are such a rarity
Cause realness is a skill and talent that most don’t have
I don’t need to impress anyone
Even I don’t need to dress up or down for anyone
I’m just me, take it or leave it
I’m the kind that has zero tolerance for fakers
But adores those who are real, true and...
#inspirational
#TruthOfLife
#MyInspiration #wisdom
#MyInspiration #wisdom
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The Edge
If I were to die today
Would anybody care?
Would they finally notice me
Or would I get that familiar blank stare?
They think it's a game I play
The hurt I feel inside.
All the harsh and cutting works
The pain I can no longer hide.
As I stand here on the edge
Shouting one more cry for help
Would you leave me standing there
Or try to help save me from myself?
All I need is someone to listen
Somebody who cares to hear
what goes on inside my head
And to help me fight my fear.
So if I were...
Would anybody care?
Would they finally notice me
Or would I get that familiar blank stare?
They think it's a game I play
The hurt I feel inside.
All the harsh and cutting works
The pain I can no longer hide.
As I stand here on the edge
Shouting one more cry for help
Would you leave me standing there
Or try to help save me from myself?
All I need is someone to listen
Somebody who cares to hear
what goes on inside my head
And to help me fight my fear.
So if I were...
#MyInspiration
#myself
#emptiness #SelfWorth
#emptiness #SelfWorth
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my orature
a celebration of traditional oral culture
“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write
the poetry that they dare not realise.”―Oscar Wilde
i scribble not on parchment or on ice,
or in the sand, or where the page's price,
beyond my means, would swallow up my ink
before I had sufficient time to think.
i scribble not on canvas or on cloud,
or on graffiti walls, or where the proud
mark hieroglyphs in secret-sheltered caves
where spirits rendezvous in open graves.
i scribble on the cool, refreshing...
“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write
the poetry that they dare not realise.”―Oscar Wilde
i scribble not on parchment or on ice,
or in the sand, or where the page's price,
beyond my means, would swallow up my ink
before I had sufficient time to think.
i scribble not on canvas or on cloud,
or on graffiti walls, or where the proud
mark hieroglyphs in secret-sheltered caves
where spirits rendezvous in open graves.
i scribble on the cool, refreshing...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#culture
#tradition
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One Way, or the Other
That waxing crescent moon does to the light
What air pressure does to the wind blown chime;
Both struck so gently at the edge of night;
That best of all times to tease out a rhyme
When threshold thoughts are at their very best...
No longer by mid day work constricted
Or by some impatient bossing oppressed
Or by a regulation restricted.
But then...a cloud or two will stay the beam
Leaving the chime alone to tease my mind
And blow my thoughts into a haunting dream
Where Luna is by weather disinclined...
To have her orb, much too...
What air pressure does to the wind blown chime;
Both struck so gently at the edge of night;
That best of all times to tease out a rhyme
When threshold thoughts are at their very best...
No longer by mid day work constricted
Or by some impatient bossing oppressed
Or by a regulation restricted.
But then...a cloud or two will stay the beam
Leaving the chime alone to tease my mind
And blow my thoughts into a haunting dream
Where Luna is by weather disinclined...
To have her orb, much too...
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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THE WORLD AT TIMES
THE WORLD AT TIMES
At times,
The world talks to you
In whistles and You hear it
And you talk back to it
Then it comes back to you
As echoing sounds
On naked water bodies
Syncing with the waves;
Change is a screeching wheel
Although it could be silent
Felix Idasimeokuma
September 2023
At times,
The world talks to you
In whistles and You hear it
And you talk back to it
Then it comes back to you
As echoing sounds
On naked water bodies
Syncing with the waves;
Change is a screeching wheel
Although it could be silent
Felix Idasimeokuma
September 2023
#MyInspiration
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Bytes and Stones: A Journey Home
In pixels and light, I weave my tale,
A city reborn, where spirits sail.
Lafayette's tombstones, ghostly and grand,
I bring them to life with a skillful hand.
A love for New Orleans, deep in my core,
Fuels me to mend what Katrina tore.
Virtual byways, alleys and musical beats
My heart finds peace in these digital streets.
Halloween beckons, my soul takes flight,
Back to my home, in the soft moonlight.
Voodoo Queen waits, in her eternal bed,
A rendezvous with roots, where my spirit's led.
Come walk this journey, my...
A city reborn, where spirits sail.
Lafayette's tombstones, ghostly and grand,
I bring them to life with a skillful hand.
A love for New Orleans, deep in my core,
Fuels me to mend what Katrina tore.
Virtual byways, alleys and musical beats
My heart finds peace in these digital streets.
Halloween beckons, my soul takes flight,
Back to my home, in the soft moonlight.
Voodoo Queen waits, in her eternal bed,
A rendezvous with roots, where my spirit's led.
Come walk this journey, my...
#dreams
#MyInspiration
#determination #PersonalGrowth
#determination #PersonalGrowth
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