World Poetry Day Poems
#WorldPoetryDay
World Poetry Day is celebrated on 21 March and begun in 1999. World Poetry Day promotes the reading, writing, publishing and teaching of poetry throughout the world.
PAR
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 5:14pm
21st Mar 2024 5:14pm
Sand
give me back the words
ungrateful person
give me back what I told you
whatever I wrote
what I never told you either
put the words in a sealed envelope
and send them to an unknown address
simply give me back the words
who formed shield phrases around you
and what I told you too
even what I haven't written
give back what I told you
my ill-fated being
the words, give me back the words
ungrateful person
give me back what I told you
whatever I wrote
what I never told you either
put the words in a sealed envelope
and send them to an unknown address
simply give me back the words
who formed shield phrases around you
and what I told you too
even what I haven't written
give back what I told you
my ill-fated being
the words, give me back the words
#WritingPoetry
#WorldPoetryDay
88 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 11:12am
21st Mar 2024 11:12am
March 21 World Poetry Day
a world day of what?
OF POETRY!
with rhyme or without it
the one who doesn't put beans in the pan
nor paint the landscape pink
that invades our window
IT'S BEAUTY? IT'S BEAUTY!
Poetry is every day
Poetry is every day
Poetry is washing your feet in a basin
poetry is forgetting the words
plow the ground and turn over the roots
poetry is drawing happy faces
A lot? IT'S LITTLE!
very little, very little
POETRY is always wanting a lot
always wanting
Poetry and much more
than poetry itself
want...
OF POETRY!
with rhyme or without it
the one who doesn't put beans in the pan
nor paint the landscape pink
that invades our window
IT'S BEAUTY? IT'S BEAUTY!
Poetry is every day
Poetry is every day
Poetry is washing your feet in a basin
poetry is forgetting the words
plow the ground and turn over the roots
poetry is drawing happy faces
A lot? IT'S LITTLE!
very little, very little
POETRY is always wanting a lot
always wanting
Poetry and much more
than poetry itself
want...
#WritingPoetry
#WorldPoetryDay
79 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
12th May 2023 6:06pm
12th May 2023 6:06pm
the simple life
The simple life
“I don’t know where to go if I win on
the lottery, but one thing is sure, I can afford to go there.”
He looked at his sentence; it didn’t sound the right way
the words were laboured it didn’t light up the paper
in an invitation to write more
Everything had been difficult lately; words slipped from
his mind before he could catch them.
Like finding your way to the railway station in an unknown
town a foggy day; when screams are muffled and no one
around except bewildered dogs.
He thought of the day when sitting on a...
“I don’t know where to go if I win on
the lottery, but one thing is sure, I can afford to go there.”
He looked at his sentence; it didn’t sound the right way
the words were laboured it didn’t light up the paper
in an invitation to write more
Everything had been difficult lately; words slipped from
his mind before he could catch them.
Like finding your way to the railway station in an unknown
town a foggy day; when screams are muffled and no one
around except bewildered dogs.
He thought of the day when sitting on a...
#WorldPoetryDay
#NoPoo
187 reads
1 Comment
Cipher_O
Poem Published
27th Jul 2021 9:23am
27th Jul 2021 9:23am
Levarnu
Collapsed star heart.
Participant in the network.
Broken node perhaps.
Dark crystal vibration.
Space is a cold place.
Vacuum absorption clock.
Coordinates unknown.
Levity in the necessity.
Rituals of the everyday.
Machine work tremendous.
Void follows void cycle.
Purity turns to crystal.
Production takes place.
Centralized symbiote emote.
Wondrous and wonder.
Ongoing in unraveling.
Participant in the network.
Broken node perhaps.
Dark crystal vibration.
Space is a cold place.
Vacuum absorption clock.
Coordinates unknown.
Levity in the necessity.
Rituals of the everyday.
Machine work tremendous.
Void follows void cycle.
Purity turns to crystal.
Production takes place.
Centralized symbiote emote.
Wondrous and wonder.
Ongoing in unraveling.
#utopia
#apocalypse
#sexy
#WorldPoetryDay
#tea
386 reads
2 Comments
kp1200
Kanishka
Kanishka
Poem Published
18th Mar 2020 6:16pm
18th Mar 2020 6:16pm
The world around us
We all screamed
Day after day
For the world to slow down
Less trash, Breathable air
Congestion free roads
Freedom of childhood
To do things at our own pace
Wandering carelessly
In comfort of being at home
With world full of
Love, happiness and compassion
And humanity as the only religion
We all screamed
With the fear of a deadly virus
Spreading beyond borders
At lightening speed,
Infecting million lives and killing few,
Keeping us quarantined
In hospitals and home
Making us...
Day after day
For the world to slow down
Less trash, Breathable air
Congestion free roads
Freedom of childhood
To do things at our own pace
Wandering carelessly
In comfort of being at home
With world full of
Love, happiness and compassion
And humanity as the only religion
We all screamed
With the fear of a deadly virus
Spreading beyond borders
At lightening speed,
Infecting million lives and killing few,
Keeping us quarantined
In hospitals and home
Making us...
#happiness
#love
#earth
#evolution
#WorldPoetryDay
429 reads
1 Comment
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 1:47pm
12th Jan 2020 1:47pm
Cosmology as Befits the Benefits of Belief / The Profit Speax
1/2 a lifetime ago
we knew cheese was cheap-
er
than it was yesterday.
No-thing to do wit cattle futures,
(or grain-on-the-range,
or...........)
as when we talked so lovingly about
the meaning of deception, which led
which led directly to the deception(s) of meaning.
(A rather challenging indulgence, if I were to say-so mysElf)
To put it another way, we chafe at minor challenges
so's not to limit mr.ego's might, ( mighty- mightiest )
threat of...
we knew cheese was cheap-
er
than it was yesterday.
No-thing to do wit cattle futures,
(or grain-on-the-range,
or...........)
as when we talked so lovingly about
the meaning of deception, which led
which led directly to the deception(s) of meaning.
(A rather challenging indulgence, if I were to say-so mysElf)
To put it another way, we chafe at minor challenges
so's not to limit mr.ego's might, ( mighty- mightiest )
threat of...
#identity
#universe
#astrology
#astronomy
#WorldPoetryDay
539 reads
4 Comments
Mo57
Poem Published
6th Jul 2019 4:24pm
6th Jul 2019 4:24pm
Me in our world
I have made good from bad
Yet made bad turn into dispair,
Floated dreamed and drifted,
Whilst be honest with myself and aware,
Stumbled over love,
Made many women cum,
Enjoyed the music alone and with,
Also the radio at home just us alone,
With nothing to want or give,
I've followed celebrity tales,
Nature's imperfect trails,
Seen mammals, birds as they've shone,
My heart a millions times undone,
I've prayed to god,
Seen it in dogs,
Ruminated to feel there is a sense of 1.
Seen whole become empty, ...
Yet made bad turn into dispair,
Floated dreamed and drifted,
Whilst be honest with myself and aware,
Stumbled over love,
Made many women cum,
Enjoyed the music alone and with,
Also the radio at home just us alone,
With nothing to want or give,
I've followed celebrity tales,
Nature's imperfect trails,
Seen mammals, birds as they've shone,
My heart a millions times undone,
I've prayed to god,
Seen it in dogs,
Ruminated to feel there is a sense of 1.
Seen whole become empty, ...
#anxiety
#WorldPoetryDay
417 reads
0 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2019 3:26am
22nd Mar 2019 3:26am
Poetry Is...
Poetry is language
unravelled, unfettered,
unfaltered, unwound,
poetry sees itself as all things
unbound
in reaching, teaching,
leaning toward the light
in guiding a promise to
garner insight,
poetry is letting go
of the you that everyone knows,
poetry is you unmasked,
from within your emerging past,
a full circle of finding yourself
ending where you began
writing your name for the
first time,
who knew you had volumes
hidden inside..
unravelled, unfettered,
unfaltered, unwound,
poetry sees itself as all things
unbound
in reaching, teaching,
leaning toward the light
in guiding a promise to
garner insight,
poetry is letting go
of the you that everyone knows,
poetry is you unmasked,
from within your emerging past,
a full circle of finding yourself
ending where you began
writing your name for the
first time,
who knew you had volumes
hidden inside..
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#WorldPoetryDay
1022 reads
17 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2019 00:35am
22nd Mar 2019 00:35am
Poetry
Visual poetry
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#universe
#wisdom
#WorldPoetryDay
1194 reads
25 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
21st Mar 2019 9:07pm
21st Mar 2019 9:07pm
Spilled red and blue - solid yet anew
It’s bricks
and clouds
and trees
and bees,
tears
and glee
melting into
an earthly
cauldron of
universal
spit and
love.
and clouds
and trees
and bees,
tears
and glee
melting into
an earthly
cauldron of
universal
spit and
love.
#love
#earth
#universe
#spiritual
#WorldPoetryDay
553 reads
12 Comments
Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
21st Mar 2019 8:01pm
21st Mar 2019 8:01pm
Happy Poetry World day
He's not a poet because he smokes weed,
He gets high, drunk from the society.
18:03:21:20:55
Happy Poetry World day to all poets (living and dead)
Ancestor
He gets high, drunk from the society.
18:03:21:20:55
Happy Poetry World day to all poets (living and dead)
Ancestor
#WorldPoetryDay
383 reads
1 Comment
David_Macleod
14397816
14397816
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2017 2:08am
22nd Mar 2017 2:08am
The Writer - - - (For world poetry day)
Some poetry leaves me cold
There, I’ve said it
Most prose bores me to tears
There, I’ve said that too
I am not inspired by
Libraries or bookshops
Full of wooden racks and
Shelves of old books
With dusty old jackets
It’s a paper cemetery
Where words go to die
Written diarrhoea or
Scribed masturbation
Does not impress me
I am not impressed by
A writer stroking his ego
Or stroking his manhood
Poetry should describe
Contrast and compare
Challenge or make angry
What is the...
There, I’ve said it
Most prose bores me to tears
There, I’ve said that too
I am not inspired by
Libraries or bookshops
Full of wooden racks and
Shelves of old books
With dusty old jackets
It’s a paper cemetery
Where words go to die
Written diarrhoea or
Scribed masturbation
Does not impress me
I am not impressed by
A writer stroking his ego
Or stroking his manhood
Poetry should describe
Contrast and compare
Challenge or make angry
What is the...
#WritingPoetry
#reading
#WorldPoetryDay
752 reads
20 Comments
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