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.
dislecksic
Poem Published
Today 3:55am
Today 3:55am
Zzzzzzzzzzzz
The questions
It’s obviously eight letters
When I went home
and done it
It’s obviously eight letters
When I went home
and done it
#WritingPoetry
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BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 10:32pm
10th Apr 2021 10:32pm
“Flows” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 8/9/2020
So It’s Pretty CLEAR Now To Folks ...
Who’ve Read My Form of Prose ...
That My Poetic Quotes ...
Rock The DOPEST FLOWS ... !!!
That Hit Just Like Mike Tyson Blows ... !!!
So Are Showered With POWERS ...
That Have NO Time For Cowards ... !!!
And KNOCK OUT Those ...
Who Use FALSE BRAVADO ... !!!
To Act Like They KNOW ...
How This World REALLY Flows ... ?!?
I Flow With TRUTH That Shows ...
That Governments Are JOKES ... !!!
That Are FILLED With Those Who Roll ...
With...
Who’ve Read My Form of Prose ...
That My Poetic Quotes ...
Rock The DOPEST FLOWS ... !!!
That Hit Just Like Mike Tyson Blows ... !!!
So Are Showered With POWERS ...
That Have NO Time For Cowards ... !!!
And KNOCK OUT Those ...
Who Use FALSE BRAVADO ... !!!
To Act Like They KNOW ...
How This World REALLY Flows ... ?!?
I Flow With TRUTH That Shows ...
That Governments Are JOKES ... !!!
That Are FILLED With Those Who Roll ...
With...
#honesty
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#art
#passion
9 reads
0 Comments
Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 6:58pm
10th Apr 2021 6:58pm
If I were a girl.
If I were a girl.
Would you shower me with roses?
If I wore a dress.
Could we get past prejudice?
If I did hair and make up.
Do you think I’d get your wink.
If I had high heels.
Would that mess with your ideals
In the back of a hire cab.
Would you let me purposely grab?
Tease all your foundations.
Titter your united nations.
So now its time for some drinking.
Not a beer but a cocktail for me please.
We can share stories.
About the war and what it’s like to be a man.
Then back to mine.
To...
Would you shower me with roses?
If I wore a dress.
Could we get past prejudice?
If I did hair and make up.
Do you think I’d get your wink.
If I had high heels.
Would that mess with your ideals
In the back of a hire cab.
Would you let me purposely grab?
Tease all your foundations.
Titter your united nations.
So now its time for some drinking.
Not a beer but a cocktail for me please.
We can share stories.
About the war and what it’s like to be a man.
Then back to mine.
To...
#WritingPoetry
#inequality
27 reads
6 Comments
VirgiliusMaro
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 1:53pm
10th Apr 2021 1:53pm
Sometimes...
words across a page
are stretched and pulled
or lopped instead
tortured on Procrustes’ bed
blood and body duly shed
sacrificed ‘til they become
a worthy fit
embracing shore
at last at home becoming moored
rescued in the sought for poem
are stretched and pulled
or lopped instead
tortured on Procrustes’ bed
blood and body duly shed
sacrificed ‘til they become
a worthy fit
embracing shore
at last at home becoming moored
rescued in the sought for poem
#WritingPoetry
15 reads
6 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 8:56am
10th Apr 2021 8:56am
Born blessed
I was born Black
Dark tone,
Extra melanin
And an afro
I was born blessed
Born with nothing
Enslaved, taken taken for granted
But like a Pheonix I rose from ash
I was born Black
Personified art,
Poetry and style
Wrote history from scraps
In this concrete world I rose between cracks
I was born Black
Crafted miracles from empty hands
Made a home from a shack
Made Vogue from rags
Leant to cohabit with rats
I was born Black
Adversity means opportunity, ...
Dark tone,
Extra melanin
And an afro
I was born blessed
Born with nothing
Enslaved, taken taken for granted
But like a Pheonix I rose from ash
I was born Black
Personified art,
Poetry and style
Wrote history from scraps
In this concrete world I rose between cracks
I was born Black
Crafted miracles from empty hands
Made a home from a shack
Made Vogue from rags
Leant to cohabit with rats
I was born Black
Adversity means opportunity, ...
#identity
#motivational
#uplifting
#WritingPoetry
#StreamOfConsciousness
23 reads
14 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 7:36am
10th Apr 2021 7:36am
"Bulletproof" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 14/11/2018
Well Wouldn’t You Know It ... ?
I’m A BULLETPROOF Poet ... !!!
BULLETPROOF Flows ...
That CLEARLY Show ...
That It’s Really NOT Wise ...
To Try To Deride ...
My Poetic Lines ... !!!
And BULLETPROOF Rhymes ... !!!!!
BULLETPROOF Logic ...
That’s NOT Microscopic ...
When It Comes To The NONSENSE ...
That Is Now Evolving ...
Like Guns KEEP Revolving ...
That Now NEED STOPPING ... !!!
Because They’re STILL CLOCKING ... !!!!!
Coppers Whose Bullets ... ...
I’m A BULLETPROOF Poet ... !!!
BULLETPROOF Flows ...
That CLEARLY Show ...
That It’s Really NOT Wise ...
To Try To Deride ...
My Poetic Lines ... !!!
And BULLETPROOF Rhymes ... !!!!!
BULLETPROOF Logic ...
That’s NOT Microscopic ...
When It Comes To The NONSENSE ...
That Is Now Evolving ...
Like Guns KEEP Revolving ...
That Now NEED STOPPING ... !!!
Because They’re STILL CLOCKING ... !!!!!
Coppers Whose Bullets ... ...
#strength
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#art
5 reads
0 Comments
Em-ily
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 2:57am
10th Apr 2021 2:57am
Time Traps in Emily Dickinson's Singing
Time Traps in Emily Dickinson's Singing
#WritingPoetry
7 reads
0 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 1:21pm
9th Apr 2021 1:21pm
THE PORTABLE BEAT READER
this fat ol' yellowed book
rescued from amid the flotsam of Goodwill
and my companion for weeks now
hauled everywhere like a bible
and inside live the ghosts
of ferlinghetti
and diprima
and lew welch
and corso
and good ol' jack kerouac
whose prose is thick as poetry
and ginsberg
and william burroughs
and almost all who haunt the works
of dylan and buk and kesey
(whose ghost lives here among them)
and many others who opened the gates
for those who came after
and those who will come
and so for...
rescued from amid the flotsam of Goodwill
and my companion for weeks now
hauled everywhere like a bible
and inside live the ghosts
of ferlinghetti
and diprima
and lew welch
and corso
and good ol' jack kerouac
whose prose is thick as poetry
and ginsberg
and william burroughs
and almost all who haunt the works
of dylan and buk and kesey
(whose ghost lives here among them)
and many others who opened the gates
for those who came after
and those who will come
and so for...
#WritingPoetry
20 reads
4 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 00:56am
9th Apr 2021 00:56am
a vanquish of dark with your certain light.
Theirs, is a rarity
born of an unwavering likeness
recognized by words
which morphed into
a shared religion
spoken to each other
in verse, haiku or prose
yet always
with a depth of truest affinity
conversations of a lifetime
done, by way of stanza
rolling lovingly into stanza
words that unite
their understandings
reassuring minds, bodies and souls
that loneliness,
now foreign
would forever be
unknown.
born of an unwavering likeness
recognized by words
which morphed into
a shared religion
spoken to each other
in verse, haiku or prose
yet always
with a depth of truest affinity
conversations of a lifetime
done, by way of stanza
rolling lovingly into stanza
words that unite
their understandings
reassuring minds, bodies and souls
that loneliness,
now foreign
would forever be
unknown.
#love
#friendship
#honesty
#WritingPoetry
#karma
89 reads
23 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 9:24pm
8th Apr 2021 9:24pm
Word Rocket
I don't spit truth on a dare
I do it because I care
I believe that hope
is the ultimate dope
And that not with guns but with stroke of a pen
that world-wide revolutions begin
My poems are more powerful than the missile called a Tomahawk
if you read one you will know that's not just talk
Tonight I am going to light up the sky
and let this one fly
As sure as electricity comes out of my light socket
I am aiming for your mind with this word rocket
...
I do it because I care
I believe that hope
is the ultimate dope
And that not with guns but with stroke of a pen
that world-wide revolutions begin
My poems are more powerful than the missile called a Tomahawk
if you read one you will know that's not just talk
Tonight I am going to light up the sky
and let this one fly
As sure as electricity comes out of my light socket
I am aiming for your mind with this word rocket
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#passion
67 reads
5 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 4:18am
8th Apr 2021 4:18am
INTERSTELLAR COMMUNICATION
When I was a student at Cal
There were bookstores open at night
Near me I think were Barnes and Noble
Also Moe's
With Cody's not too far away
And don't forget Pegasus
I read books a lot more
Before the age of the internet
Of course back then
I wrote in forms
That could not travel to you
Quite like this
There were bookstores open at night
Near me I think were Barnes and Noble
Also Moe's
With Cody's not too far away
And don't forget Pegasus
I read books a lot more
Before the age of the internet
Of course back then
I wrote in forms
That could not travel to you
Quite like this
#technology
#books
#WritingPoetry
#nostalgia
#NaPoWriMo2021
16 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
7th Apr 2021 6:54pm
7th Apr 2021 6:54pm
A Thousand Cuts
What’s on the lesson plan for today I asked?
The professor smiled and spun the wheel
It landed on snakes and arrows
That’s when suddenly I began to feel…
The barrel of my pen grew and soared then became a feral sword
With words ready to burn and slay in a progression of chords
A thousand cuts I once bled with dread healed and lead me here
Saying: I have to keep on fighting without the sorrow or any fear
I picked up the steel to wield the fire then protect and shield
The love I carry is a delicate thing to bare or leave unsealed ...
The professor smiled and spun the wheel
It landed on snakes and arrows
That’s when suddenly I began to feel…
The barrel of my pen grew and soared then became a feral sword
With words ready to burn and slay in a progression of chords
A thousand cuts I once bled with dread healed and lead me here
Saying: I have to keep on fighting without the sorrow or any fear
I picked up the steel to wield the fire then protect and shield
The love I carry is a delicate thing to bare or leave unsealed ...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2021
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2021
24 reads
2 Comments
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