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.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Today 3:12am
Today 3:12am
Priestess of Poetry
Priestess of Poetry
Sharp focus of her camera eyes
Sends solar flares into my schism
Where fire and water collide
Like the birth of the planets
She is the dark eyes of the world
That gaze upon my soul
With the heat of a thousand suns
When she breathes my heart murmurs
In the solitude of rebirth
When her comet streaks into my gilded maleness
From the outer reaches of my plasmic void
As silence is the song
When my orbit swings low
To her sweet chariot of fire
Sharp focus of her camera eyes
Sends solar flares into my schism
Where fire and water collide
Like the birth of the planets
She is the dark eyes of the world
That gaze upon my soul
With the heat of a thousand suns
When she breathes my heart murmurs
In the solitude of rebirth
When her comet streaks into my gilded maleness
From the outer reaches of my plasmic void
As silence is the song
When my orbit swings low
To her sweet chariot of fire
#admiration
#beauty
#women #WritingPoetry
#women #WritingPoetry
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:36pm
Yesterday 8:36pm
Why Are Your Poems So Dark?
after Linda Pastan
You could psychologise, of course,
could tell them dad was mean to you,
that mummy took cocaine
and never made dinner on time.
Though maybe it’s gauche
to flaunt your childhood these days,
as if you’re just auditioning
to be the underdog
of some appalling talent show,
because in your heart you simply know
that you’re not good enough.
You think, perhaps, it’s merely this:
a strain of cynic in the blood,
a slanted sight, a faithlessness
that seeks its fellows out in art,
an ear...
You could psychologise, of course,
could tell them dad was mean to you,
that mummy took cocaine
and never made dinner on time.
Though maybe it’s gauche
to flaunt your childhood these days,
as if you’re just auditioning
to be the underdog
of some appalling talent show,
because in your heart you simply know
that you’re not good enough.
You think, perhaps, it’s merely this:
a strain of cynic in the blood,
a slanted sight, a faithlessness
that seeks its fellows out in art,
an ear...
#dark
#horror
#violence #WritingPoetry
#violence #WritingPoetry
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:44pm
Yesterday 4:44pm
Fabric of Soul
Deep inside my mind the secrets of my soul
like dark porcelain dripping silk eyes
for caring is so easy, unassuming the
spirits of the night forbidding demons
of the night clinging to the fabric of
my soul
like dark porcelain dripping silk eyes
for caring is so easy, unassuming the
spirits of the night forbidding demons
of the night clinging to the fabric of
my soul
#philosophical
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
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adagio
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 11:49pm
10th Jan 2025 11:49pm
Get Off My Plains Of Abraham, You Sick Son Of A bitch
Get Off My Plains Of Abraham, You Sick Son Of A bitch
Don't sucré me if tomorrow comes,
with a dark grammarian in shadows
editing my macabre.
Do re mi fa so, it doesn't pull my strings,
punk'd by Poe and Little Jackdaws.
So fuck you! and "Ring Around the Rosie."
I ain't a doctor, I'm a demented poet.
If I offend, it's because one is disillusioned
and a fool for rot. I ride my own plains of Abraham
and not a satanic jar of Milk Duds. Get a box of
Tide and wash the stains,...
Don't sucré me if tomorrow comes,
with a dark grammarian in shadows
editing my macabre.
Do re mi fa so, it doesn't pull my strings,
punk'd by Poe and Little Jackdaws.
So fuck you! and "Ring Around the Rosie."
I ain't a doctor, I'm a demented poet.
If I offend, it's because one is disillusioned
and a fool for rot. I ride my own plains of Abraham
and not a satanic jar of Milk Duds. Get a box of
Tide and wash the stains,...
#WritingPoetry
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3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 7:51pm
10th Jan 2025 7:51pm
Flowers for Confessors
after TS Eliot
Anne Sexton was obsessed with death,
That bellringer, this gravedigger.
In stylish dress, with gin-smoked breath,
Her corpse lolled in the gas-drenched car.
Cocktail sticks poke out her eyes,
The housewife’s life in grim surmise.
Measured out in olives, parts,
Domestic violence, artichoke hearts.
Plath, I guess, preceded her,
As death begets, like rabbits breed.
She sought a solace in the slur
Against fathers, the daughter’s need.
She knew the pain of too much sense,
The flowers...
Anne Sexton was obsessed with death,
That bellringer, this gravedigger.
In stylish dress, with gin-smoked breath,
Her corpse lolled in the gas-drenched car.
Cocktail sticks poke out her eyes,
The housewife’s life in grim surmise.
Measured out in olives, parts,
Domestic violence, artichoke hearts.
Plath, I guess, preceded her,
As death begets, like rabbits breed.
She sought a solace in the slur
Against fathers, the daughter’s need.
She knew the pain of too much sense,
The flowers...
#historical
#MentalHealth
#suicide #WritingPoetry
#suicide #WritingPoetry
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 11:53pm
8th Jan 2025 11:53pm
not averse
who reads browning anymore
of his pied piper of hamelin and I’ll take
to the hills, without the attendant rats
or children, of course
of his pied piper of hamelin and I’ll take
to the hills, without the attendant rats
or children, of course
#WritingPoetry
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1 Comment
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 3:04pm
8th Jan 2025 3:04pm
My Muse of Poetry
Not all the worlds belong to me
Not all the words set me free
What the heart loves
is of will
I just free some words
to confine its spill.
****
A time, my words
on my papers sashaying
the shape to me alluring
the tone of their steps
I hear
as they are dancing
the music they are following
the soul, in a trance, just listens
without interfering.
****
A time, along with my Muse
we keep to each other
our hearts baring
secrets sharing
silently, knowingly connecting.. ...
Not all the words set me free
What the heart loves
is of will
I just free some words
to confine its spill.
****
A time, my words
on my papers sashaying
the shape to me alluring
the tone of their steps
I hear
as they are dancing
the music they are following
the soul, in a trance, just listens
without interfering.
****
A time, along with my Muse
we keep to each other
our hearts baring
secrets sharing
silently, knowingly connecting.. ...
#admiration
#emotions
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
73 reads
4 Comments
Inverted_poet29
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 7:14pm
7th Jan 2025 7:14pm
A Picture in Words
They say a picture’s worth a thousand tales,
But what if the brush in your hand fails?
If canvas stays blank, colors don’t appear,
Yet your mind holds visions, vivid and clear.
With words as your palette, you start to create,
Each phrase a stroke, shaping fate,
You paint with whispers, you draw with sound,
In the listener’s heart, your art is found.
A thousand words, they say, a picture might be,
But what if your words set the soul free?
Each sentence a color, each line a hue,
Crafting a masterpiece, unique...
But what if the brush in your hand fails?
If canvas stays blank, colors don’t appear,
Yet your mind holds visions, vivid and clear.
With words as your palette, you start to create,
Each phrase a stroke, shaping fate,
You paint with whispers, you draw with sound,
In the listener’s heart, your art is found.
A thousand words, they say, a picture might be,
But what if your words set the soul free?
Each sentence a color, each line a hue,
Crafting a masterpiece, unique...
#emotions
#happiness
#love
#passion
#WritingPoetry
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 8:30pm
6th Jan 2025 8:30pm
Love of words
I love words
Taking pictures of moments.
Wearing up clothes of extraterrestrials.
And landing on earth.
Speaking a human psyche.
As the greatest mystery.
Travelling everyday with details i do not know why?
Where they come from?
Like why does he like shaped in apple breasts?
Or why do i get in heat by a man moaning?
Not adding or deleting a word.
Simple talk!
As she amused to her deepest attractions.
Speaking on the land of true,
Mysterious tale, earth
Taking pictures of moments.
Wearing up clothes of extraterrestrials.
And landing on earth.
Speaking a human psyche.
As the greatest mystery.
Travelling everyday with details i do not know why?
Where they come from?
Like why does he like shaped in apple breasts?
Or why do i get in heat by a man moaning?
Not adding or deleting a word.
Simple talk!
As she amused to her deepest attractions.
Speaking on the land of true,
Mysterious tale, earth
#WritingPoetry
68 reads
5 Comments
Daenerys_Targaryen
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 4:57pm
6th Jan 2025 4:57pm
Push and pull
#erotic
#lust
#porn
#sex
#WritingPoetry
230 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:27pm
5th Jan 2025 11:27pm
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
54 reads
8 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:23pm
5th Jan 2025 11:23pm
Undressing The Moon - with Lilliputian
Favoring the night with velvet notes
so tender in shades of neon lights
In sleepy times boozy cozy quotes
the woodwind blowing saxophone
As fingers play with skill bones
pinned to the hour's silhouette
a hot cool-breath ghosting
crazy-ass tempos undressing the moon
Humming to the twinkling stars
a smooth chant for the dancing shadows
interwoven with the touch of euphony
and harmonious, airborne tunes
Lost to the sweet nuzzles of the breeze
hushing the whispering disquiet
in an ephemeral night with...
so tender in shades of neon lights
In sleepy times boozy cozy quotes
the woodwind blowing saxophone
As fingers play with skill bones
pinned to the hour's silhouette
a hot cool-breath ghosting
crazy-ass tempos undressing the moon
Humming to the twinkling stars
a smooth chant for the dancing shadows
interwoven with the touch of euphony
and harmonious, airborne tunes
Lost to the sweet nuzzles of the breeze
hushing the whispering disquiet
in an ephemeral night with...
#collaboration
#WritingPoetry
88 reads
5 Comments
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