Poems about Writing Poetry
#WritingPoetry
Poems about writing poetry examine style, form, composition and language. Also, poetry about the writing process and what it means to write a poem.
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Harvest From the Tomb
I sow these seeds of love for future’s bloom;
commit them to the dark in hope of light,
through dank decay, to harvest from the tomb.
When melancholy clouds my lover’s mind
and tenderness awakens only spite,
still, I sow seeds of love for future’s bloom.
Likewise, when bleakness threatens to consume,
or apathy tells me “give up the fight,”
despite decay, I’ll harvest from the tomb.
Though we can’t see the pattern on the loom,
we work our threads with patience day and night
to sow our seeds of love for future’s...
commit them to the dark in hope of light,
through dank decay, to harvest from the tomb.
When melancholy clouds my lover’s mind
and tenderness awakens only spite,
still, I sow seeds of love for future’s bloom.
Likewise, when bleakness threatens to consume,
or apathy tells me “give up the fight,”
despite decay, I’ll harvest from the tomb.
Though we can’t see the pattern on the loom,
we work our threads with patience day and night
to sow our seeds of love for future’s...
#art
#death
#love
#villanelle
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The End
I suppose now
We're coming
To the end;
I've heard so many voices,
So many rhymes,
So much of the wonderment
Of humanity
Among the 'great'
Like Neruda and Poe
And Lewis and Bourdain...
And all the same,
The likes of Fia and Oral
And Her and LDF and...anyway...
I guess the moral
Is simple:
I missed so many of you
Here and there
In this quiet little corner of
Trying to figure it all out.
I really do wish
I could have read
Everything.
Every single one of you,...
We're coming
To the end;
I've heard so many voices,
So many rhymes,
So much of the wonderment
Of humanity
Among the 'great'
Like Neruda and Poe
And Lewis and Bourdain...
And all the same,
The likes of Fia and Oral
And Her and LDF and...anyway...
I guess the moral
Is simple:
I missed so many of you
Here and there
In this quiet little corner of
Trying to figure it all out.
I really do wish
I could have read
Everything.
Every single one of you,...
#depression
#hope
#WritingPoetry
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The Process of Writing
Inspiration is hard to define
Hard to fathom
Until it shows its face
Usually pretty quickly and fleeting
Working fast to jot it down
Take notes
Begin to write
Do anything to remember the thoughts
They flood in almost faster than you can comprehend
Sometimes it’s a topic
Others it's the rhythm and flow
A few words here and there
The rest to be filled later
The rewording happens even faster
Sifting through all the synonyms in my brain
Finding the right word or phrase that convey the emotion
Faster still...
Hard to fathom
Until it shows its face
Usually pretty quickly and fleeting
Working fast to jot it down
Take notes
Begin to write
Do anything to remember the thoughts
They flood in almost faster than you can comprehend
Sometimes it’s a topic
Others it's the rhythm and flow
A few words here and there
The rest to be filled later
The rewording happens even faster
Sifting through all the synonyms in my brain
Finding the right word or phrase that convey the emotion
Faster still...
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expelled
dwindling in the nether region
a realm of hell in which I burn in
hoping to rise
I call out give me voice
In raptured silence do plead
My need is great
sickened hope my grievous error
a platform to jump from
sending my words careening
at light speed through the word jungle
Confusing thoughts assault me
Just shut up and let it be
mimed and mimicked despair
Even the angels heckle my sorrow
jesting for the hell of it
laying odds I won't make the cut
inside my hellish world
is the anxiety...
a realm of hell in which I burn in
hoping to rise
I call out give me voice
In raptured silence do plead
My need is great
sickened hope my grievous error
a platform to jump from
sending my words careening
at light speed through the word jungle
Confusing thoughts assault me
Just shut up and let it be
mimed and mimicked despair
Even the angels heckle my sorrow
jesting for the hell of it
laying odds I won't make the cut
inside my hellish world
is the anxiety...
#anxiety
#dark
#WritingPoetry
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The Thick of It
Half-way through
In the thick of it
My minds races with energy and endless possibilities
I don’t want it to end
But all good things eventually…
I lost a full night of sleep
Thinking the worst
Preparing for the expected and inevitable
But it’s not the time yet
I don’t want it to end
My heart stops for a while
Pondering carefully
Knowing deep down inside it’s going to be alright
We’re in the thick of it
But it’s not time yet
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In the thick of it
My minds races with energy and endless possibilities
I don’t want it to end
But all good things eventually…
I lost a full night of sleep
Thinking the worst
Preparing for the expected and inevitable
But it’s not the time yet
I don’t want it to end
My heart stops for a while
Pondering carefully
Knowing deep down inside it’s going to be alright
We’re in the thick of it
But it’s not time yet
53 Unique Words
82 Total
#anxiety
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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you couldn’t give ‘em away ..
filling notebooks with my poems
only previously written online
poems
I thought I might decide to keep
if the british library doesn’t
want them -
and I told them they were cheap ..
but that’s fine
only previously written online
poems
I thought I might decide to keep
if the british library doesn’t
want them -
and I told them they were cheap ..
but that’s fine
#WritingPoetry
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A poem in bed
The sheets fold like paper,
soft against skin, heavy with dreams.
A book rests in open palms,
its spine breathing in the hush of midnight.
Words spill like ink across the quiet,
syllables curling into candlelight,
each line a bridge between waking
and the endless drift into thought.
The best poem waits in whispers,
threading itself through fingertips,
drawing the mind deeper
into the lull of imagined echoes.
The letters pulse, alive in their rhythm,
the room shrinking to...
soft against skin, heavy with dreams.
A book rests in open palms,
its spine breathing in the hush of midnight.
Words spill like ink across the quiet,
syllables curling into candlelight,
each line a bridge between waking
and the endless drift into thought.
The best poem waits in whispers,
threading itself through fingertips,
drawing the mind deeper
into the lull of imagined echoes.
The letters pulse, alive in their rhythm,
the room shrinking to...
#confessional
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#myself
#WritingPoetry
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light years
entertaining the thoughts that surface
my mind watches them emerge like starbursts
illuminating me with ideas
brightening my day as the sun rises
not to outshine her but to shine with
little epiphanies of feeling blend with them
My muse is fickle, however
will take note if I don't listen
she whispers to another poet
so I release the words out into the world
and watch them soar
out and up
and then the slow hum as listening minds respond
perhaps inspired writing something magical
a...
my mind watches them emerge like starbursts
illuminating me with ideas
brightening my day as the sun rises
not to outshine her but to shine with
little epiphanies of feeling blend with them
My muse is fickle, however
will take note if I don't listen
she whispers to another poet
so I release the words out into the world
and watch them soar
out and up
and then the slow hum as listening minds respond
perhaps inspired writing something magical
a...
#stars
#WritingPoetry
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~snowy zephyr of a scorching tropical, you are… (an inspired lyrical)
https://youtu.be/zBIVhqLdN3Q?feature=shared
(Inspirational audio)
(Intro with refrain)
snowy zephyr.. my snowny zephyr
you are in an ecstasy.. a heightened ecstasy..
snowy zephyr.. my snowny zephyr
you are in an ecstasy.. a heightened ecstasy..
heart.. let you celebrate a soundlessly
in silence, a stand out Deepavali
breath.. let you be in a smothering
struggle by the cyclonic kisses
let your...
(Inspirational audio)
(Intro with refrain)
snowy zephyr.. my snowny zephyr
you are in an ecstasy.. a heightened ecstasy..
snowy zephyr.. my snowny zephyr
you are in an ecstasy.. a heightened ecstasy..
heart.. let you celebrate a soundlessly
in silence, a stand out Deepavali
breath.. let you be in a smothering
struggle by the cyclonic kisses
let your...
#love
#lyrics
#music
#nostalgia
#WritingPoetry
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Woolgathering Logic?
13/30
Woolgathering Logic?
I nearly had a pretty decent spill
lost it after mindless viewing
recent latest news
Lost it but the gist of it
still exists maybe
sticky maple syrup
though I’m unable
to capture, recapture
I never liked this feeling of nothing
of something stuck to me
like Fugitive Glue
only a “ Post-it “ note
away from fruition
so many pearls lost like
today due to ---- old age?
Evidently, 5 minute speed chess
Is not the only indicator
I should be...
Woolgathering Logic?
I nearly had a pretty decent spill
lost it after mindless viewing
recent latest news
Lost it but the gist of it
still exists maybe
sticky maple syrup
though I’m unable
to capture, recapture
I never liked this feeling of nothing
of something stuck to me
like Fugitive Glue
only a “ Post-it “ note
away from fruition
so many pearls lost like
today due to ---- old age?
Evidently, 5 minute speed chess
Is not the only indicator
I should be...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
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Statuesque
Statuesque
#erotic
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry #sensual
#WritingPoetry #sensual
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DUP
boxes filled,
then hauled away.
a final look around.
the room cleared;
the doors locked.
the parking lot emptied
and a new beginning
............for everyone?
then hauled away.
a final look around.
the room cleared;
the doors locked.
the parking lot emptied
and a new beginning
............for everyone?
#WritingPoetry
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