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.
talking_mirrors
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:01pm
Yesterday 8:01pm
too dirty for you
I see a lot of men
claim that weight on a woman is nothing
I won’t lie
you won’t catch me neither them with someone
really obese and I mean really obese
so now you know
and it’s okay that they remain silent
not replying “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter.”
Though, hoping to hit me with that over something else
Where are the poetry medics?
I think they need to come and help
a lot of unconscious poets
Haven’t had one with the balls to collaborate
or tell me I’m shit so I just keep going
“Fuck a free verse writer knowing...
claim that weight on a woman is nothing
I won’t lie
you won’t catch me neither them with someone
really obese and I mean really obese
so now you know
and it’s okay that they remain silent
not replying “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter.”
Though, hoping to hit me with that over something else
Where are the poetry medics?
I think they need to come and help
a lot of unconscious poets
Haven’t had one with the balls to collaborate
or tell me I’m shit so I just keep going
“Fuck a free verse writer knowing...
#WritingPoetry
30 reads
talking_mirrors
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:29am
Yesterday 9:29am
The “fake” Artist
Having looked through old work, I never actually drew one picture for a frame; that picture of Trish and Darry (Jeepers Creepers), with the yellow school bus for the car air-freshener, was actually drawn on the front of an envelope. I never draw and colour anything on the front of an envelope, so I took a chance with that one, as I’m paranoid someone at the post office would have took it for themselves, but it reached its destination.
Two weeks ago, having quickly looked through every series of the Porridge episodes, I drew a few pictures on some A5 paper; laminated it all and...
Two weeks ago, having quickly looked through every series of the Porridge episodes, I drew a few pictures on some A5 paper; laminated it all and...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
19th Jul 2019 5:32pm
19th Jul 2019 5:32pm
No Pants Subway Ride
People are bold for going out in the cold,
Showing their assets and assessories,
(Just go with it)
As they assess as much as they can,
Revealing all the titillating mysteries.
This asinine assonance assures me in as much,
(Or better yet is ascertains)
That assimilation in the masses is acceptable,
Even when assiduousness is set aside,
People assert their aspects as perceptible.
It takes assertive individuals to participate,
In this astonishing, astounding and sassy act,
Don’t assume but rather ask why this assembly,
What aspires...
Showing their assets and assessories,
(Just go with it)
As they assess as much as they can,
Revealing all the titillating mysteries.
This asinine assonance assures me in as much,
(Or better yet is ascertains)
That assimilation in the masses is acceptable,
Even when assiduousness is set aside,
People assert their aspects as perceptible.
It takes assertive individuals to participate,
In this astonishing, astounding and sassy act,
Don’t assume but rather ask why this assembly,
What aspires...
#funny
#WritingPoetry
21 reads
1 Comment
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 11:39am
18th Jul 2019 11:39am
The Honest Critique
Fifteen years or so gone by
and something still stirs within me
when reading The Red Wheelbarrow
by William Carlos Williams
It could be rage; I'm not quite sure
There's definitely poetry in those
meager initial four lines - enough
compensating for the remainder
justifying a mostly blank page
and unlike that idled rustbucket
that apparently had a leak in it
I was filled with something else
Call it passion; this I am certain of
intent upon making every...
and something still stirs within me
when reading The Red Wheelbarrow
by William Carlos Williams
It could be rage; I'm not quite sure
There's definitely poetry in those
meager initial four lines - enough
compensating for the remainder
justifying a mostly blank page
and unlike that idled rustbucket
that apparently had a leak in it
I was filled with something else
Call it passion; this I am certain of
intent upon making every...
#honesty
#WritingPoetry
34 reads
5 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 1:53am
18th Jul 2019 1:53am
blah
because, because, because.
#WritingPoetry
67 reads
10 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 1:20am
18th Jul 2019 1:20am
From The Ground Up
I could have attended Harvard -
it being a good thirty minute drive
north of the cornstalk bars comprising
my prison cell in rural northern Illinois
Given such cob-nobbed coordinates
it's safe to say that Oxford professors
weren't in my crop circle of acquaintances
Don't get me started on public education -
in the Eighties, it was appalling, lacking
I admit to slacking and falling behind
Not failing, mind you
Hey, when dollars for...
it being a good thirty minute drive
north of the cornstalk bars comprising
my prison cell in rural northern Illinois
Given such cob-nobbed coordinates
it's safe to say that Oxford professors
weren't in my crop circle of acquaintances
Don't get me started on public education -
in the Eighties, it was appalling, lacking
I admit to slacking and falling behind
Not failing, mind you
Hey, when dollars for...
#WritingPoetry
35 reads
7 Comments
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 00:15am
18th Jul 2019 00:15am
Universal ultimatum
They don't know me and I don't know them"
The way it's always been since way back when and the ones who do still really don't deep down,
they don't know the dark secrets I've never been able to delete which stay on repeat in my mind.
To the rest they're undetectable,
out of sight despite any connection with the others I can't help but sense a separation keeping me secluded
leaving me unable to think,
unable to speak, a fear of looking weak.
Each week it's weirder and weirder
as well as mundane and unfulfilling.
Quite a special skill it is ...
The way it's always been since way back when and the ones who do still really don't deep down,
they don't know the dark secrets I've never been able to delete which stay on repeat in my mind.
To the rest they're undetectable,
out of sight despite any connection with the others I can't help but sense a separation keeping me secluded
leaving me unable to think,
unable to speak, a fear of looking weak.
Each week it's weirder and weirder
as well as mundane and unfulfilling.
Quite a special skill it is ...
#universe
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
31 reads
3 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
17th Jul 2019 9:56pm
17th Jul 2019 9:56pm
An Inked Witness
Now where was I?
Oh yes, gathering cool facts
from northern winds,
smelling secrets of the desert
in a southern breeze.
A gale brewing from the West
tosses ideas in my direction,
entangled with esoteric mysteries
blown in from eastern shores.
In a flurry all four winds fuse
to tangible silence,
a moment’s clarity brings exquisite stillness,
peels back the techie blabber,
offers shelter from a howling world.
Thoughts flow into the pen’s ink,
seep onto the page,
catch the act of a thorn ...
Oh yes, gathering cool facts
from northern winds,
smelling secrets of the desert
in a southern breeze.
A gale brewing from the West
tosses ideas in my direction,
entangled with esoteric mysteries
blown in from eastern shores.
In a flurry all four winds fuse
to tangible silence,
a moment’s clarity brings exquisite stillness,
peels back the techie blabber,
offers shelter from a howling world.
Thoughts flow into the pen’s ink,
seep onto the page,
catch the act of a thorn ...
#WritingPoetry
41 reads
17 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
17th Jul 2019 8:19pm
17th Jul 2019 8:19pm
I don't like to think in riddles, because I am easily confused
A nation of cynics, racists and drinkers,
Still wonder why, we can't think like the thinkers,
Of ancient Greece, like Plato and Socrates;
Whose minds were clearly, open and free.
Do you ever think in riddles? And turn time upon its head?
If the mocking bird becomes a killer,
Does it leave the innocent for dead?
Or does it simply do, as nature intended?
The strong will survive, the weaker one we shall eat.
Destroy your baby, to feed its sibling,
This is what, Mother Nature is saying,
To the blinded scholar, of...
Still wonder why, we can't think like the thinkers,
Of ancient Greece, like Plato and Socrates;
Whose minds were clearly, open and free.
Do you ever think in riddles? And turn time upon its head?
If the mocking bird becomes a killer,
Does it leave the innocent for dead?
Or does it simply do, as nature intended?
The strong will survive, the weaker one we shall eat.
Destroy your baby, to feed its sibling,
This is what, Mother Nature is saying,
To the blinded scholar, of...
#nature
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
7 reads
0 Comments
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 11:43pm
16th Jul 2019 11:43pm
Supremely stoned
I may be stoned everyday
but at least I'm able to contemplate
all the ways in which I'm grateful
for everything I have/am.
It's all a blessing
if you transcend the turmoil
taking a toll on your life,
then it all seems like a gift,
like it's all just change
and it's your choice
to stay or not stay,
to be or not to be
apart of the patterns
which we can and can't perceive..
We don't know
what's known deep within
or at least we can't speak it
and what we think we know just isn't so.
There's alot happening...
but at least I'm able to contemplate
all the ways in which I'm grateful
for everything I have/am.
It's all a blessing
if you transcend the turmoil
taking a toll on your life,
then it all seems like a gift,
like it's all just change
and it's your choice
to stay or not stay,
to be or not to be
apart of the patterns
which we can and can't perceive..
We don't know
what's known deep within
or at least we can't speak it
and what we think we know just isn't so.
There's alot happening...
#universe
#marijuana
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#gratitude
33 reads
5 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 6:40pm
16th Jul 2019 6:40pm
THAT TIMELESS SENSE OF BEING IN IT
Flowing
Driven
Meditation
With muscles flexing
Everything tuned up
In tune
You appreciate it
When you see the video later
It would be easy to say
You are in awe of yourself
But it is the divine muse
Who makes you feel this way
Driven
Meditation
With muscles flexing
Everything tuned up
In tune
You appreciate it
When you see the video later
It would be easy to say
You are in awe of yourself
But it is the divine muse
Who makes you feel this way
#WritingPoetry
26 reads
5 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 8:19am
16th Jul 2019 8:19am
spoken poetry
Spoken Poetry
I woman was reading some of my poems
They sounded like mine, but not sure
I thought they were too good, I have never
Regarded me on the top shelf of poetry
But occupying a crack between poetry and prose.
The voice made for poetry came from
Poetry hunter, I tried to thank her but she
Didn’t wanted comment.
Perhaps I was wrong
A wish to write as good
As the poems she read was wishful thinking.
From my part.
Nevertheless, I enjoyed her clear, impeccable voice.
I woman was reading some of my poems
They sounded like mine, but not sure
I thought they were too good, I have never
Regarded me on the top shelf of poetry
But occupying a crack between poetry and prose.
The voice made for poetry came from
Poetry hunter, I tried to thank her but she
Didn’t wanted comment.
Perhaps I was wrong
A wish to write as good
As the poems she read was wishful thinking.
From my part.
Nevertheless, I enjoyed her clear, impeccable voice.
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#passion
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