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.
MalcolmG
Poem Published
Today 00:03am
Today 00:03am
Ethereal Stanza
Verse ineffable,
Exsanguinating whispers,
Profundity burns.
Exsanguinating whispers,
Profundity burns.
#WritingPoetry
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 11:14am
11th Dec 2024 11:14am
~the du alchemist
viz the du alchemist
#admiration
#friendship
#love
#magic
#WritingPoetry
81 reads
5 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 7:44pm
9th Dec 2024 7:44pm
Casted _Runes
Expression series VII
#admiration
#friendship
#respect #WritingPoetry
#respect #WritingPoetry
118 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 11:10pm
8th Dec 2024 11:10pm
~magdalenian lambencies :: for Magdalena
viz tribute Magdalena
#admiration
#gratitude
#inspirational
#love
#WritingPoetry
106 reads
10 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 11:02pm
8th Dec 2024 11:02pm
~golden lotu’sing’ sun & starling you are.. Ahavati
viz tribute Ahavati
#admiration
#gratitude
#love
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
106 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 10:16pm
7th Dec 2024 10:16pm
Rew
Expression Series VI
#admiration
#LifeAsAWriter
#respect #WritingPoetry
#respect #WritingPoetry
131 reads
12 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 8:05pm
7th Dec 2024 8:05pm
Poetry, My Life Sustaining
When your breath you are not feeling
and your heartbeats you stopped hearing
When who are around you, you are not seeing
and your very missed world started objecting
When you feel lost as you lose the sense of belonging
and you wonder if your compass you are following
When what you are feeding on, far from the soul fulfilling
and you remain the subject and the object of your seeking
When you feel a pain of no trace, the Self ravaging
and you keep for a magical elixir looking
When the touch of a dried inflamed pen...
and your heartbeats you stopped hearing
When who are around you, you are not seeing
and your very missed world started objecting
When you feel lost as you lose the sense of belonging
and you wonder if your compass you are following
When what you are feeding on, far from the soul fulfilling
and you remain the subject and the object of your seeking
When you feel a pain of no trace, the Self ravaging
and you keep for a magical elixir looking
When the touch of a dried inflamed pen...
#admiration
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
57 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 11:29pm
6th Dec 2024 11:29pm
in a PG sort of mood ..
few knew what he was getting
at
the time
he was happy
to be
misunderstood
their reasons, of course, you’re well known for
writing
utter balderdash,
old horse,
it was
quite
frequently
said.
at
the time
he was happy
to be
misunderstood
their reasons, of course, you’re well known for
writing
utter balderdash,
old horse,
it was
quite
frequently
said.
#WritingPoetry
46 reads
6 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 8:57pm
6th Dec 2024 8:57pm
To find something like you
I was wondering? Of finding something!
Some music!
I wanted it so special.
So peculiar.
So different!
Like it is some sort of cuddler,
That turns my heart into a playing harp.
Uninterrupted!
Looking for it!
Desiring!
I got reminded of this glimpse.
How I had been searching?
Looking for an alchemist.
To make this compound,
And create something beautiful?
A garden of colorful scents.
But then!?
One day!
As something dawned on me.
As if I got under the bite of a beast!
Right there on my neck! ...
Some music!
I wanted it so special.
So peculiar.
So different!
Like it is some sort of cuddler,
That turns my heart into a playing harp.
Uninterrupted!
Looking for it!
Desiring!
I got reminded of this glimpse.
How I had been searching?
Looking for an alchemist.
To make this compound,
And create something beautiful?
A garden of colorful scents.
But then!?
One day!
As something dawned on me.
As if I got under the bite of a beast!
Right there on my neck! ...
#WritingPoetry
51 reads
0 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 7:47pm
6th Dec 2024 7:47pm
Selfness
Selfness
Emotional
Home for pleasure and pain
Dominant and shaping the brain
A journey of fathomless feels unleashed
An abiding pounding of life
Roaring whenever stirred
Irrational
Selfness
Selfness
Spiritual
A high yielding to God
A mysterious ascendant Self
A home for a radiating compassion
Inner power of healing Faith
Wrapping peace of silence
Mystic allure
Selfness
Emotional
Home for pleasure and pain
Dominant and shaping the brain
A journey of fathomless feels unleashed
An abiding pounding of life
Roaring whenever stirred
Irrational
Selfness
Selfness
Spiritual
A high yielding to God
A mysterious ascendant Self
A home for a radiating compassion
Inner power of healing Faith
Wrapping peace of silence
Mystic allure
Selfness
#emotions
#LifeStruggles
#meditation
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
52 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 8:24pm
5th Dec 2024 8:24pm
Interiors
A sandwich and some citrus fruit
sure beats a bowl of soup,
and then to keep the thoughts astute;
black tea by double scoop.
And winter sun is lots of fun
but I'm expecting rain,
because the worst has not begun...
from which I will abstain.
sure beats a bowl of soup,
and then to keep the thoughts astute;
black tea by double scoop.
And winter sun is lots of fun
but I'm expecting rain,
because the worst has not begun...
from which I will abstain.
#minimalist
#WritingPoetry
70 reads
10 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 6:00pm
5th Dec 2024 6:00pm
See-Through
Sewn diaphanous gossamer
As a see-through sheer,
Shaped with tatters of words
I mend together to catch a glimpse
Of my thoughts’ sculpture.
Tracing their curves,
Crafted with delicate fingers,
Every contour on display
For my eyes to grasp
And my soul to heave a sigh—
I can see myself now.
As a see-through sheer,
Shaped with tatters of words
I mend together to catch a glimpse
Of my thoughts’ sculpture.
Tracing their curves,
Crafted with delicate fingers,
Every contour on display
For my eyes to grasp
And my soul to heave a sigh—
I can see myself now.
#vulnerability
#WritingPoetry
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