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.
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
Today 2:49pm
Today 2:49pm
Seasons Change, Do We ?
The mourning doves appeared today
I love their sound
It's a sign of Spring
Haunting
But
With hope ...
I love their sound
It's a sign of Spring
Haunting
But
With hope ...
#flowers
#hope
#spring #WritingPoetry
#spring #WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
Today 2:04pm
Today 2:04pm
Getting Wet?
I'm chewing away
Like a ruminating cow
That hasn't been milked
For quite a while
A ponder in a pond
A fool in a pool
A commotion in the ocean
The luna in the sea!
A quiver in the river
A quake in a lake
What kind of poem is this?
For goodness sake!
by Jemia
Like a ruminating cow
That hasn't been milked
For quite a while
A ponder in a pond
A fool in a pool
A commotion in the ocean
The luna in the sea!
A quiver in the river
A quake in a lake
What kind of poem is this?
For goodness sake!
by Jemia
#funny
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical
#WritingPoetry
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a_methyste
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hlightdroid
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 8:39pm
22nd Feb 2025 8:39pm
Poetry
Come and look at me
As I get high in poetry
Poetry.
As I get high in poetry
Poetry.
#WritingPoetry
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Magdalena
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 8:29pm
22nd Feb 2025 8:29pm
everything connects everything
How to put into words
they way the earth
blankets us with everything
we need to survive
we should find goodness
between the cracks
of our fragile existence
there is abundance there
Inhale the life force
that lays us naked
to the elements we yearn
bare feet upon the grass
face to the sky
breathe deeply
slowly
exhale
How the light guides us
to places of pure elegance
prisms bowing to our
presence
the hum of silence
darkness soothes our eyes ...
they way the earth
blankets us with everything
we need to survive
we should find goodness
between the cracks
of our fragile existence
there is abundance there
Inhale the life force
that lays us naked
to the elements we yearn
bare feet upon the grass
face to the sky
breathe deeply
slowly
exhale
How the light guides us
to places of pure elegance
prisms bowing to our
presence
the hum of silence
darkness soothes our eyes ...
#WritingPoetry
43 reads
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 2:25pm
22nd Feb 2025 2:25pm
on the first train home
I was reading a dead man`s newspaper
through the ink I read his spirit walking highways lost
life lines carving into the space of my warm palms
these words as eyes were tundras formed
from emptiness escaping
as his heart sank deeper against my skin
mummified bog bodies
were quoting
their whispered poetry
swallowed intricate
carbon mouths
reminded me of hope
all things human
intertwined within
from this space ...
through the ink I read his spirit walking highways lost
life lines carving into the space of my warm palms
these words as eyes were tundras formed
from emptiness escaping
as his heart sank deeper against my skin
mummified bog bodies
were quoting
their whispered poetry
swallowed intricate
carbon mouths
reminded me of hope
all things human
intertwined within
from this space ...
#WritingPoetry
81 reads
12 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 22nd Feb 2025 00:53am
30th Sep 2019 10:02pm
30th Sep 2019 10:02pm
From My Library to Yours
First Things First, I've been Facing Autism for many years,
But I’ve also been Failing Forward progressively as well,
I’m a Master of the Game lately I’ve been Feeling Good,
It’s been like The Metamorphoses for me as far as I can tell.
It’s like trying to Burn Brightly Without Burning Out,
I have to work to remain optimistic in the Road Ahead,
Looking for that Life Balance because The Sky’s the Limit,
Because evidently When I Stop Talking, You’ll Know I’m Dead.
But in the meantime I’m searching for that Tipping Point,
I’m...
But I’ve also been Failing Forward progressively as well,
I’m a Master of the Game lately I’ve been Feeling Good,
It’s been like The Metamorphoses for me as far as I can tell.
It’s like trying to Burn Brightly Without Burning Out,
I have to work to remain optimistic in the Road Ahead,
Looking for that Life Balance because The Sky’s the Limit,
Because evidently When I Stop Talking, You’ll Know I’m Dead.
But in the meantime I’m searching for that Tipping Point,
I’m...
#WritingPoetry
#reading
580 reads
4 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 7:51pm
20th Feb 2025 7:51pm
Concepts
Sorry for the stark reality, but isn't the truth better?
I was watching some Merry Melodies a few days ago on YouTube—ever showing my ability to rise above and be the unstressed individual, escaping our world... today. I cringe at the reality...
Anyway, Porky Pig had a bakery and it was just lovely. Except, he was battling some pesky flies.
The flies, being a threat to his pristine cleanliness to the public; a public he will be selling his bakery goods to, therefore making him rich off the wonderful baked goods and money he rakes in.
And, so there...
I was watching some Merry Melodies a few days ago on YouTube—ever showing my ability to rise above and be the unstressed individual, escaping our world... today. I cringe at the reality...
Anyway, Porky Pig had a bakery and it was just lovely. Except, he was battling some pesky flies.
The flies, being a threat to his pristine cleanliness to the public; a public he will be selling his bakery goods to, therefore making him rich off the wonderful baked goods and money he rakes in.
And, so there...
#MyInspiration
#passion
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
69 reads
2 Comments
god_of_Confusion
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 3:26am
20th Feb 2025 3:26am
Drug of infatuation
The universe in your smile
mysterious rays unleashed in your eyes,
elegant in style and quick to surprise
my soul weeps in your presence..
A view so divine designed with cosmic care.
a spell cast onto me.. this feeling I cant share..
Seduced by this sorcerer and his essence
how he makes me feel nothing can compare.
Im allured and secured
snug and strung out
on the drug of infatuation..
mysterious rays unleashed in your eyes,
elegant in style and quick to surprise
my soul weeps in your presence..
A view so divine designed with cosmic care.
a spell cast onto me.. this feeling I cant share..
Seduced by this sorcerer and his essence
how he makes me feel nothing can compare.
Im allured and secured
snug and strung out
on the drug of infatuation..
#boyfriend
#love
#WritingPoetry
66 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 10:55am
19th Feb 2025 10:55am
Happy 1000 Days
A thousand days have passed in fleeting grace.
Since first we met our pens began to dance.
In verses shared we found a common place
where words and rhymes in harmony enhance.
Unnoticed flew the days, in laughter, tears.
Through sonnets, odes, and haikus we did weave
our hearts entwined in stanzas, free of fears.
In poetry we found what we believe.
Each meeting brought a spark, a word, a phrase.
A world where dreams and passions intertwined.
In every line we traced the sun's bright rays.
We found the echoes of our kindred...
Since first we met our pens began to dance.
In verses shared we found a common place
where words and rhymes in harmony enhance.
Unnoticed flew the days, in laughter, tears.
Through sonnets, odes, and haikus we did weave
our hearts entwined in stanzas, free of fears.
In poetry we found what we believe.
Each meeting brought a spark, a word, a phrase.
A world where dreams and passions intertwined.
In every line we traced the sun's bright rays.
We found the echoes of our kindred...
#confessional
#happiness
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
#WritingPoetry
64 reads
9 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
Path
I want to capture your beauty,
Not as an artist, but as a poet.
Let the love songs be sung by others,
Let me speak to your soul in words
seldom used.
I break out the violin bow,
For your heartstrings scream to be played.
God, I see you,
Pushing me toward Him,
Even as I try to turn and run.
You’re the moon,
And I’m the ocean,
Trying to avoid your gravitational pull.
You affect my tides,
Twice a week,
Yet I dream of you,
And still, I turn from the path...
Not as an artist, but as a poet.
Let the love songs be sung by others,
Let me speak to your soul in words
seldom used.
I break out the violin bow,
For your heartstrings scream to be played.
God, I see you,
Pushing me toward Him,
Even as I try to turn and run.
You’re the moon,
And I’m the ocean,
Trying to avoid your gravitational pull.
You affect my tides,
Twice a week,
Yet I dream of you,
And still, I turn from the path...
#LifeAsAWriter
#patience
#relationships
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
83 reads
6 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 7:38pm
18th Feb 2025 7:38pm
The Bookshop Poets
A whispering of my words
Amongst millions of others
Sat upon the bookshop shelves
Humbling, and profound
Sharing our words of poetry
With the ever silent audience
That never recipricated
Remaining as quiet as mice
I never saw the secrets
Contained within their covers
Whilst awaiting their 'dog-ears'
A multitude of printed words
The majority of which
I will likely never read
I wondered
What if all these words
From all the books
Within the confines
Of just this one bookshop
Should escape their...
Amongst millions of others
Sat upon the bookshop shelves
Humbling, and profound
Sharing our words of poetry
With the ever silent audience
That never recipricated
Remaining as quiet as mice
I never saw the secrets
Contained within their covers
Whilst awaiting their 'dog-ears'
A multitude of printed words
The majority of which
I will likely never read
I wondered
What if all these words
From all the books
Within the confines
Of just this one bookshop
Should escape their...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry
34 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
A World in Chains
How do you uncage a mind—
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
#art
#scary
#WritingPoetry
41 reads
4 Comments
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