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.
PAR
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 12:45pm
15th Dec 2024 12:45pm
DanielChristensen
God is not here
God is away
for the holidays
God owns eleven
fingertips
God says....
God is not here
for good.
God is away
for the holidays
God owns eleven
fingertips
God says....
God is not here
for good.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
125 reads
12 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 00:34am
15th Dec 2024 00:34am
Wafflenose
Soft touches of letters
building words
Lightning bolts
shaping phrases
Restarting
metamorphosis
Never too dark
to have a glimpse
of our shadows...
building words
Lightning bolts
shaping phrases
Restarting
metamorphosis
Never too dark
to have a glimpse
of our shadows...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
95 reads
13 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 00:24am
15th Dec 2024 00:24am
Anne-Ri999
On wings of gossamer, light and free,
a butterfly dances, wild and carefree.
Yet on its fragile, silken span,
a drop of blood, a crimson plan.
A delicate bead, so stark, so bright,
against the wings, a haunting sight.
In the garden’s hush,
where flowers bloom,
It flutters softly, dispelling gloom.
a butterfly dances, wild and carefree.
Yet on its fragile, silken span,
a drop of blood, a crimson plan.
A delicate bead, so stark, so bright,
against the wings, a haunting sight.
In the garden’s hush,
where flowers bloom,
It flutters softly, dispelling gloom.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
94 reads
12 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 4:41pm
14th Dec 2024 4:41pm
~layla
viz: layla
#admiration
#love
#MyInspiration
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
135 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 1:06pm
14th Dec 2024 1:06pm
AfterSexDilemma
Captures
the essence of moments
that are often difficult
to articulate,
whether
it's the bittersweet
aftermath of love,
the haunting echoes of past
connections,
or the profound sense
of longing and loss.
This unflinching exploration
of such themes creates
a profound emotional
impact on readers.
the essence of moments
that are often difficult
to articulate,
whether
it's the bittersweet
aftermath of love,
the haunting echoes of past
connections,
or the profound sense
of longing and loss.
This unflinching exploration
of such themes creates
a profound emotional
impact on readers.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
87 reads
13 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 12:48pm
14th Dec 2024 12:48pm
DamianDeadLove
I'm a humble enigma
Mysteries unfold
In whispers of dawn I breathe
Mysteries unfold
In whispers of dawn I breathe
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
93 reads
12 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 3:34pm
13th Dec 2024 3:34pm
Vision_of_insanity
A mountain is not
what you see
from the air.
A vision is not what
you can see inside
the mountain...
Inside the mountain
a rock heart of
insanity.
Trembling.
what you see
from the air.
A vision is not what
you can see inside
the mountain...
Inside the mountain
a rock heart of
insanity.
Trembling.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
104 reads
10 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
The Poet
Am I the thinker, fated to dwell at hell's dark gate?
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
#identity
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#myself
#philosophical
111 reads
1 Comment
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 8:05pm
7th Dec 2024 8:05pm
Poetry, My Life Sustaining
When your breath you are not feeling
and your heartbeats you stopped hearing
When who are around you, you are not seeing
and your very missed world started objecting
When you feel lost as you lose the sense of belonging
and you wonder if your compass you are following
When what you are feeding on, far from the soul fulfilling
and you remain the subject and the object of your seeking
When you feel a pain of no trace, the Self ravaging
and you keep for a magical elixir looking
When the touch of a dried inflamed pen...
and your heartbeats you stopped hearing
When who are around you, you are not seeing
and your very missed world started objecting
When you feel lost as you lose the sense of belonging
and you wonder if your compass you are following
When what you are feeding on, far from the soul fulfilling
and you remain the subject and the object of your seeking
When you feel a pain of no trace, the Self ravaging
and you keep for a magical elixir looking
When the touch of a dried inflamed pen...
#admiration
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
93 reads
2 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 2:33am
26th Nov 2024 2:33am
The Zero
Sacajawea
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
Got a goddamn
Empty pile
of nothing
I respect the heroes
Who added up
To zeros
Yet they got
More to say
Than your
Worst enemy
In spite of me
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
But goddamn
I am
An empty pile
Of nothing
I feel respect
Yet frustration
For the heroes
Whom they called
Zeroes
My ultimate heroes
All the same
Nothing.
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
Got a goddamn
Empty pile
of nothing
I respect the heroes
Who added up
To zeros
Yet they got
More to say
Than your
Worst enemy
In spite of me
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
But goddamn
I am
An empty pile
Of nothing
I feel respect
Yet frustration
For the heroes
Whom they called
Zeroes
My ultimate heroes
All the same
Nothing.
#curse
#MyInspiration
#nostalgia
#passion
#redemption
91 reads
1 Comment
oldmanG
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 4:07pm
12th Nov 2024 4:07pm
Mining Me
Mining Me
Like a miner
With a pick axe
Pieces of memory
Below is unearthed goods
Feeling for the fault line
Coal car on the rails
Carry away my pain
Leave me with deep pools
Of deep thoughts
Letting the world see
Everything
Sifting and with a pan
Looking for gold
In my head
Can’t put it down fast enough
Coursing through my being
Wake up in the night
Tap a few out on my iPhone
Need something for the people
Builds in my head ...
Like a miner
With a pick axe
Pieces of memory
Below is unearthed goods
Feeling for the fault line
Coal car on the rails
Carry away my pain
Leave me with deep pools
Of deep thoughts
Letting the world see
Everything
Sifting and with a pan
Looking for gold
In my head
Can’t put it down fast enough
Coursing through my being
Wake up in the night
Tap a few out on my iPhone
Need something for the people
Builds in my head ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#lyrics
#music #MyInspiration
#music #MyInspiration
54 reads
0 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 6:44am
3rd Nov 2024 6:44am
Wishful Thinking
Wishful thinking lead me down this road
I needed to find myself along the way
So many guilty seeds have been sowed
Darkening this field where demons play
Walking in shadows searching for light
So many summers chasing this illusion
Witnessed dreams being killed for spite
Suffering under a foregone conclusion
Remembering the fallen created a path
Showing me how to break this slumber
Imagine Bukowski with a touch of Plath
Forgot the name sure I lost the number
It’s for the love of the write I’m still here
Always...
I needed to find myself along the way
So many guilty seeds have been sowed
Darkening this field where demons play
Walking in shadows searching for light
So many summers chasing this illusion
Witnessed dreams being killed for spite
Suffering under a foregone conclusion
Remembering the fallen created a path
Showing me how to break this slumber
Imagine Bukowski with a touch of Plath
Forgot the name sure I lost the number
It’s for the love of the write I’m still here
Always...
#MyInspiration
188 reads
18 Comments
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