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.
Surely, No Day Is Wasted
In which a poet
Has found a release
Or at least an escape
Route for the raw reality
Inside himself
By putting pen to paper
And creating his own kind
Of masterpiece
If nothing else
It is the one thing
I am certain of
Has found a release
Or at least an escape
Route for the raw reality
Inside himself
By putting pen to paper
And creating his own kind
Of masterpiece
If nothing else
It is the one thing
I am certain of
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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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
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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
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34 Comments
k-
you are a moonlit tear
trickling down cheek
the love in your pen
is felt by many
bouncing moonbeams
through the ether
you send us
wise words
and a kind soul
my heart is with you
dear friend
💙
trickling down cheek
the love in your pen
is felt by many
bouncing moonbeams
through the ether
you send us
wise words
and a kind soul
my heart is with you
dear friend
💙
#kindness
#friendship
#moon
#MyInspiration
#gratitude
301 reads
10 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
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43 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
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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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10 Comments
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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2 Comments
THINKING OF YOU
#dreams
#MyInspiration
#IMissYou
#crush
#obsession
436 reads
4 Comments
Poetry Queen
Poetry Queen is my muse
Unique with words
She's challenging me
With poetry of love
My heart is beating rapidly
For her unique words
Bring custom wisdom
To wander lust mind
Unique with words
She's challenging me
With poetry of love
My heart is beating rapidly
For her unique words
Bring custom wisdom
To wander lust mind
#love
#lust
#MyInspiration
#sexy
#emotions
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6 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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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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