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.
Metropolis
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:21pm
Yesterday 11:21pm
Goodbye DUP
Nothing planned for this.
A last, and spur of the moment thought
DUP will not be remembered with
a tombstone
It will be remembered with
a monument.
Farewell to a memorable site
that made many writers happy
and gave them a home.
We will all miss it.
In three days we should all (if we can)
be here on the final minute when the lights go out.
I know I'll be here.
For those not joining stars rite....good luck to you
even if I never knew you.
I wish you...
A last, and spur of the moment thought
DUP will not be remembered with
a tombstone
It will be remembered with
a monument.
Farewell to a memorable site
that made many writers happy
and gave them a home.
We will all miss it.
In three days we should all (if we can)
be here on the final minute when the lights go out.
I know I'll be here.
For those not joining stars rite....good luck to you
even if I never knew you.
I wish you...
#WritingPoetry
49 reads
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:57pm
Yesterday 10:57pm
I had vapor sex with a lot of DUP women
Some of you are still talking to me
Some have my picture on a dart board
My digital sperm is literary
Tastes good too
Just ask KristinaX
Must be all that fruit I eat
Sweet and slippery going down
Kx never spits
BIG LIKE that about her
Southern women are great
I just moved there
Damnit my neighbor said
Go back North Yankee
That's where you belong
Nope I'm staying
The food is good and KristinaX
She's still singing my song
Some have my picture on a dart board
My digital sperm is literary
Tastes good too
Just ask KristinaX
Must be all that fruit I eat
Sweet and slippery going down
Kx never spits
BIG LIKE that about her
Southern women are great
I just moved there
Damnit my neighbor said
Go back North Yankee
That's where you belong
Nope I'm staying
The food is good and KristinaX
She's still singing my song
#dirty
#porn
#sex
#temptation
#WritingPoetry
120 reads
20 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:49pm
Yesterday 9:49pm
~Often~
Skin upon skin feeling
That intimate touch from breath to fingers
the warmth of your closeness as I tremble
careful not to break me with a rushed hand
a slow gentle exploration of my hidden depths
I feel
~Often~
The weight of your body
Connecting to each of my open invitations
that I give to you with longing emerald eyes
as our lips crush together searching for more
you touch my mind with the very life of you
I explore
~Often~
In knowing movements
My...
That intimate touch from breath to fingers
the warmth of your closeness as I tremble
careful not to break me with a rushed hand
a slow gentle exploration of my hidden depths
I feel
~Often~
The weight of your body
Connecting to each of my open invitations
that I give to you with longing emerald eyes
as our lips crush together searching for more
you touch my mind with the very life of you
I explore
~Often~
In knowing movements
My...
#WritingPoetry
141 reads
14 Comments
xthan
Poem Published
7th May 2025 1:14am
7th May 2025 1:14am
ode to minimalism
my needle
and thread
sewing up
my wrists.
and thread
sewing up
my wrists.
#LifeAsAWriter
#love
#minimalist #WritingPoetry
#minimalist #WritingPoetry
72 reads
3 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th May 2025 11:42pm
6th May 2025 11:42pm
Thank You DUP
I never saw myself as a poet
More of a narrative writer
Rhyme ain't my dime
Yet there was a calling
Instead of running from it
I ran towards it
There are too many of you to thank personally
The end is going to be devastating on May 13th
One day past the passing of our phenomenal DUP
I will miss all of you
I did my best as your Cowboy and your Sheriff
Kept you on your toes didn't I ??
Onward we must go
I thank you Webmistress for your dedication
To my loyal readers of which there are many
Thank you...
More of a narrative writer
Rhyme ain't my dime
Yet there was a calling
Instead of running from it
I ran towards it
There are too many of you to thank personally
The end is going to be devastating on May 13th
One day past the passing of our phenomenal DUP
I will miss all of you
I did my best as your Cowboy and your Sheriff
Kept you on your toes didn't I ??
Onward we must go
I thank you Webmistress for your dedication
To my loyal readers of which there are many
Thank you...
#gratitude
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
131 reads
42 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
6th May 2025 11:19pm
6th May 2025 11:19pm
Cyperus Papyri
Sappho,
at two thousand and six hundred years old,
(or thereabouts),
spoke to me through fragment 68.
Selected just because...
1968 was the year my wife was born.
Anne Carson's translation of 68A
"]for me away from
]yet turned out to be
]her like gods
]sinful
]Andromeda
]blessed one
]way
]did not restrain...
at two thousand and six hundred years old,
(or thereabouts),
spoke to me through fragment 68.
Selected just because...
1968 was the year my wife was born.
Anne Carson's translation of 68A
"]for me away from
]yet turned out to be
]her like gods
]sinful
]Andromeda
]blessed one
]way
]did not restrain...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
116 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
6th May 2025 8:56pm
6th May 2025 8:56pm
thanks
it would take another book to thank all the people i'd like to thank!
Jay Kramer: who helped me after heart ops, and during GRS to open my eyes to the possibilities of myself, and everything
and to Tara Reddy: who gave me the chance to discover my self belief
life is short, and so are pixies....!
to Amy, who not only supplied the cover pic, but has given me loads of support over the years, with her wonderful gifts
To Steph, the brains behind Quiltbag circa 2019, and my first performance on stage, to her inspired open mic, to her sorting out this book of rhymes...
Jay Kramer: who helped me after heart ops, and during GRS to open my eyes to the possibilities of myself, and everything
and to Tara Reddy: who gave me the chance to discover my self belief
life is short, and so are pixies....!
to Amy, who not only supplied the cover pic, but has given me loads of support over the years, with her wonderful gifts
To Steph, the brains behind Quiltbag circa 2019, and my first performance on stage, to her inspired open mic, to her sorting out this book of rhymes...
#friendship
#LifeAsAWriter
#support #WritingPoetry
#support #WritingPoetry
45 reads
0 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
6th May 2025 4:36pm
6th May 2025 4:36pm
Farewell Mistress
farewell deepunderground
a band of sacred misfits tightly bound
With magic, we did cast
Fate threw us to the winds
And we wander the abyss
The Mistress of Shadows
said a spell created a shelter for us to dwell
conjuring us from the world
We gathered here, and a circle formed
We dwell in the land of mists
a place we could finally be ourselves
a sanctuary of the soul
Teaching the art of poetry
Our forgotten language
to each newcomer as they enter
The Mistress guards us from anything...
a band of sacred misfits tightly bound
With magic, we did cast
Fate threw us to the winds
And we wander the abyss
The Mistress of Shadows
said a spell created a shelter for us to dwell
conjuring us from the world
We gathered here, and a circle formed
We dwell in the land of mists
a place we could finally be ourselves
a sanctuary of the soul
Teaching the art of poetry
Our forgotten language
to each newcomer as they enter
The Mistress guards us from anything...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#WritingPoetry
107 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
6th May 2025 1:37pm
6th May 2025 1:37pm
The Poet’s Tale
A poet sat,
a thought unfurled.
A poem waiting to shape the world.
With ink and dream,
a line took flight
spinning verses soft as night.
The poem hummed,
a gentle tune
swaying beneath the silver moon.
It spoke of love,
it spoke of fate,
It whispered truths
both small and great.
And in its words the poet found
a story turning, round and round.
For what is art but echoes bright,
reflections cast in golden light?
A poem sings, the poet hears
and writes again through...
a thought unfurled.
A poem waiting to shape the world.
With ink and dream,
a line took flight
spinning verses soft as night.
The poem hummed,
a gentle tune
swaying beneath the silver moon.
It spoke of love,
it spoke of fate,
It whispered truths
both small and great.
And in its words the poet found
a story turning, round and round.
For what is art but echoes bright,
reflections cast in golden light?
A poem sings, the poet hears
and writes again through...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#mirror
#myself #WritingPoetry
#myself #WritingPoetry
55 reads
6 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
6th May 2025 1:31am
6th May 2025 1:31am
how you blossom ( wild things )
your strength to push through cracks
to live, and grow, stand beautiful
there is no stopping you
all glorious and brazen in your majesty
colours bold with a fragrance sought after
how you fold into nature's breath
like a cat, purring into something invisible
do you whisper back to the wind
I love you?
wishing you didn't have to leave
with the Summer
the shape of you, pure elegance
settling into every solid space
breaking out and living freely
giving life to the old worn view
vibrant trailing...
to live, and grow, stand beautiful
there is no stopping you
all glorious and brazen in your majesty
colours bold with a fragrance sought after
how you fold into nature's breath
like a cat, purring into something invisible
do you whisper back to the wind
I love you?
wishing you didn't have to leave
with the Summer
the shape of you, pure elegance
settling into every solid space
breaking out and living freely
giving life to the old worn view
vibrant trailing...
#WritingPoetry
120 reads
10 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
5th May 2025 9:00pm
5th May 2025 9:00pm
Prelude to Jello
His voice drifted across the room
like smoke rings dancing on a gentle breeze
I sat, entranced, not just listening
but hearing, really hearing
every word that caressed and tumbled
from his lips
He spoke of trees and broken hearts
he whispered answers
to questions I’d never thought to ask
and still mesmerized by the resolve in his tone
I couldn’t keep my eyes off the beautiful shapes
his mouth made …”
in my mind’s heart and vision, I spied her
in the corner alone and in dream concentrate
while I spoke my...
like smoke rings dancing on a gentle breeze
I sat, entranced, not just listening
but hearing, really hearing
every word that caressed and tumbled
from his lips
He spoke of trees and broken hearts
he whispered answers
to questions I’d never thought to ask
and still mesmerized by the resolve in his tone
I couldn’t keep my eyes off the beautiful shapes
his mouth made …”
in my mind’s heart and vision, I spied her
in the corner alone and in dream concentrate
while I spoke my...
#support
#WritingPoetry
70 reads
PAR
Poem Published
5th May 2025 1:20pm
5th May 2025 1:20pm
Blues
Our blues are different
mine plead
yours silver
our blues run on the surface of the sargasso sea
our blues in the deep abyss
running, arriving... first and second.
Our blues are indolent
yours, mourn
mine, fight
our blues run down the crust of the damp ground
our blues in the background clouds...
screaming, shushing... extremely loud.
Our blues could be the color of all things
that are not within the reach of the eyes.
Our blues aren't even ours, after all.
mine plead
yours silver
our blues run on the surface of the sargasso sea
our blues in the deep abyss
running, arriving... first and second.
Our blues are indolent
yours, mourn
mine, fight
our blues run down the crust of the damp ground
our blues in the background clouds...
screaming, shushing... extremely loud.
Our blues could be the color of all things
that are not within the reach of the eyes.
Our blues aren't even ours, after all.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#depression
#WritingPoetry
47 reads
4 Comments
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