Poems About My Inspiration by Top Critiquers
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Poems about my inspiration by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
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
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18 Comments
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
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11 Comments
The Real Raconteur (Pinkdreams)
I imagine I could sit for hours
And listen to her fables
She’s the perfect teacher
I imagine also
That she may not think so
Life isn’t always kind
It’s not perfect
There isn’t a pot of gold
At the end of the Lucky Charms Rainbow
Her poems make you believe there could be
She’s funny as hell
With her Pink brand of humor
She makes the ordinary
And not so ordinary
Come to life
She’ll tell you about a woman being chased by a donkey in...
And listen to her fables
She’s the perfect teacher
I imagine also
That she may not think so
Life isn’t always kind
It’s not perfect
There isn’t a pot of gold
At the end of the Lucky Charms Rainbow
Her poems make you believe there could be
She’s funny as hell
With her Pink brand of humor
She makes the ordinary
And not so ordinary
Come to life
She’ll tell you about a woman being chased by a donkey in...
#admiration
#MyInspiration
#respect
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9 Comments
Shame
the day haunted me
& the night offered no shade
the moon laughed
while i run from demons
the sun witnessed
& turned away
my pain to bare alone
i harbor it
travail as a woman in labor
i give birth to it
& name it
i call him shame
hide him from the world
covet his nature
& feed him my loneliness
he grows
in the empty places ...
& the night offered no shade
the moon laughed
while i run from demons
the sun witnessed
& turned away
my pain to bare alone
i harbor it
travail as a woman in labor
i give birth to it
& name it
i call him shame
hide him from the world
covet his nature
& feed him my loneliness
he grows
in the empty places ...
#MeToo
#spiritual
#MyInspiration
#SelfReflection
#emotional
1200 reads
34 Comments
Confessional 9
My writing is nothing
If I'm not writing about you
I admit it
I'm lost
Muse, object of desire, addiction
Power
Yes, you drive me
To rise above myself
Need to prove something
Everyday, is 24 hours enough ?
I need you
Torrents of flesh, desire and sin
You breathe life into my crying soul ..
Gravitational pull
An earthquake...
If I'm not writing about you
I admit it
I'm lost
Muse, object of desire, addiction
Power
Yes, you drive me
To rise above myself
Need to prove something
Everyday, is 24 hours enough ?
I need you
Torrents of flesh, desire and sin
You breathe life into my crying soul ..
Gravitational pull
An earthquake...
#relationships
#lover
#addiction
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
466 reads
43 Comments
Birthday of but a single pang ( for Emily Dickinson on her birthday )
Birthday of but a single pang
scripted in poetry –
An observational epitaph
your destined legacy –
This illumed anniversary:
one hundred eighty-eight –
Sealed your quill in drying ink
letters in passionate blaze –
I wonder – perchance –
did you [hear] a fly buzz –
or see the window darken in Death
as...
scripted in poetry –
An observational epitaph
your destined legacy –
This illumed anniversary:
one hundred eighty-eight –
Sealed your quill in drying ink
letters in passionate blaze –
I wonder – perchance –
did you [hear] a fly buzz –
or see the window darken in Death
as...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry #EmilyDickinson
#WritingPoetry #EmilyDickinson
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PIECES OF BROKEN GLASS
Here I am as I am just a mortal man, just taking it one day at a time. YET trying so desperately to survive in a place, that has become a vision of my own life passing, before my own eyes. 👁️👁️ For it's necessary for me to understand, what it is I am going through, yet there are those things that I can't really control. 😞 YET I know that it's in GOD'S HANDS BECAUSE OF MY FAITH, IN WHAT I 👁️ SEE AND BELIEVE. 🙏 FOR sure there will be some hard times, as well as good and bad times when I feel like SILENTLY, just crying with the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
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6 Comments
SWEET KITTY CAT PICTURE
Your hair, those eyes, and full pout lips
catch me, as if between the hips,
as you look at me, soulfully,
needing no speech to seduce me.
Just one glance is penetrating,
with interest concentrating.
to make me feel I'm important -
I am the man of your moment.
The lustre of your Creole skin
gets under mine, puts mind in spin.
You deport yourself like a queen,
necklace and earrings brighten scene.
My mind and senses are combined
in attention; you have...
catch me, as if between the hips,
as you look at me, soulfully,
needing no speech to seduce me.
Just one glance is penetrating,
with interest concentrating.
to make me feel I'm important -
I am the man of your moment.
The lustre of your Creole skin
gets under mine, puts mind in spin.
You deport yourself like a queen,
necklace and earrings brighten scene.
My mind and senses are combined
in attention; you have...
#erotic
#rhyming
#MyInspiration #sensual
#MyInspiration #sensual
646 reads
5 Comments
Autumnal High
The autumn touched woods blissfully
bludgeon my eyes with a near death of pleasure
as I silently stood.
Euphoria dipped thoughts.
Like chocolate oozed on my bones.
Burgundy leaves sash the abandoning trees
to eventually blanket stone.
Timber flaunts flawless color
in the delicate seize of my soul.
The fall foliage abundant with stolen breath
gently mesmorizes.
Ivory clouds in their sultry slash across
the cerulean sky.
How lovely to be burdened by the heart's autumnal high.
bludgeon my eyes with a near death of pleasure
as I silently stood.
Euphoria dipped thoughts.
Like chocolate oozed on my bones.
Burgundy leaves sash the abandoning trees
to eventually blanket stone.
Timber flaunts flawless color
in the delicate seize of my soul.
The fall foliage abundant with stolen breath
gently mesmorizes.
Ivory clouds in their sultry slash across
the cerulean sky.
How lovely to be burdened by the heart's autumnal high.
#fall
#nature
#MyInspiration
189 reads
10 Comments
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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Appreciated kindness
Will I ever know why
making a wish is so hard?
Turning a wish into a truth.
Hold the breath until I'm blue.
Why should I...
Why could I...
Why would I even try?
No year is ever so new.
No bone is easy to chew.
So let me simply just blow you
a kiss... a kiss... a kiss...
Let's wait for the blizzard to end.
I swear to you no one else will know.
No soul was harmed in the making
of this movie slow motion!
No light is clear until meeting
the darkness.
making a wish is so hard?
Turning a wish into a truth.
Hold the breath until I'm blue.
Why should I...
Why could I...
Why would I even try?
No year is ever so new.
No bone is easy to chew.
So let me simply just blow you
a kiss... a kiss... a kiss...
Let's wait for the blizzard to end.
I swear to you no one else will know.
No soul was harmed in the making
of this movie slow motion!
No light is clear until meeting
the darkness.
#healing
#learning
#MyInspiration
#tea
#WritingPoetry
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8 Comments
my immortal poem
when I closed my eyes
...& the world went quiet
he whispered my secret name
I felt his breath breeze across my neck
a sensuous zephyr caressing
seeking my pulse point & its rhythm
a vibration deeply affected by his own
skipping staccato racing apace
his fingers spread across my throat
exhaling sultry sentiment upon my blushing face
gentle in their divine arrogance
every thump pumping poetry through me
as heat rose within my hungry hollows
arching my thoughts into his open palms
where he held them carefully ...
...& the world went quiet
he whispered my secret name
I felt his breath breeze across my neck
a sensuous zephyr caressing
seeking my pulse point & its rhythm
a vibration deeply affected by his own
skipping staccato racing apace
his fingers spread across my throat
exhaling sultry sentiment upon my blushing face
gentle in their divine arrogance
every thump pumping poetry through me
as heat rose within my hungry hollows
arching my thoughts into his open palms
where he held them carefully ...
#lover
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry #gratitude
#WritingPoetry #gratitude
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