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.
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
Today 2:32am
Today 2:32am
The Roses and the Dew
How I wish to write
beautiful acclamations
about the dew
on prairie roses -
how the morning air
was bitter,
yet the sun made crystals
of the droplets,
with a sly backwards glance
and his tongue out
how do you like them apples?
I want to sit in the bright of day,
pen on paper in my lap
~crisp anticipation~
magic flowing
furiously
to the page,
I want to inspire you
(myself)
to dream
again
instead
I’m yanking each letter
out of my chest,
instead...
beautiful acclamations
about the dew
on prairie roses -
how the morning air
was bitter,
yet the sun made crystals
of the droplets,
with a sly backwards glance
and his tongue out
how do you like them apples?
I want to sit in the bright of day,
pen on paper in my lap
~crisp anticipation~
magic flowing
furiously
to the page,
I want to inspire you
(myself)
to dream
again
instead
I’m yanking each letter
out of my chest,
instead...
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#StreamOfConsciousness
28 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:19pm
Yesterday 4:19pm
Fingertips Of Dawn
Resting on the bannister as I stood
covered in fine-grain rich mahogany
filled with memories of dreams
in low tides of the moonlight
and loneliness this dark night
beyond grasp in shadows we danced
over gossamer's gray pale
touching the fingertips of dawn
covered in fine-grain rich mahogany
filled with memories of dreams
in low tides of the moonlight
and loneliness this dark night
beyond grasp in shadows we danced
over gossamer's gray pale
touching the fingertips of dawn
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
13 reads
7 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:29am
Yesterday 7:29am
An Hourglass of Nectar
Sour hourglass
Forged in flame
From the fire of dialated stares
Sifts of nectar
Much too bright
Confusion from skin bared
What an honor
To be used
Magnetism of abuse
I can already see the future
Chiseled in stone
No charm in the times I've been a ghost
But i will soak
All that i can
Pollen to my voice
Honey in my beard
To turn the pages
Of gripping hands
Before I'm sent away
Riddled in question
Forged in flame
From the fire of dialated stares
Sifts of nectar
Much too bright
Confusion from skin bared
What an honor
To be used
Magnetism of abuse
I can already see the future
Chiseled in stone
No charm in the times I've been a ghost
But i will soak
All that i can
Pollen to my voice
Honey in my beard
To turn the pages
Of gripping hands
Before I'm sent away
Riddled in question
#WritingPoetry
16 reads
Insiderew
rew
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Poem Published
26th Oct 2020 10:10pm
26th Oct 2020 10:10pm
New wine.
We met in the springtime
the fields were all gold,
our hearts became new wine
old bottles can't hold.
We laughed and we sported
that warm summer long,
but our heart's were agèd
now she, she has gone.
And i dread this winter
nine springtimes long gone,
O Lord, if you see her,
please send her back home.
the fields were all gold,
our hearts became new wine
old bottles can't hold.
We laughed and we sported
that warm summer long,
but our heart's were agèd
now she, she has gone.
And i dread this winter
nine springtimes long gone,
O Lord, if you see her,
please send her back home.
#anxiety
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#WritingPoetry
#emptiness
25 reads
7 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
26th Oct 2020 3:38pm
26th Oct 2020 3:38pm
Anthem At Twilight
With dark's anthem at twilight, memories of beau geste
crossing a bar of dreams from life to forevermore
in night's dark Levis and purple skies of eternal rest
keeping my memories in my aged mind echoing
with dark's anthem at twilight, memories of beau geste.
crossing a bar of dreams from life to forevermore
in night's dark Levis and purple skies of eternal rest
keeping my memories in my aged mind echoing
with dark's anthem at twilight, memories of beau geste.
#dreams
#WritingPoetry
17 reads
7 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
26th Oct 2020 00:10am
26th Oct 2020 00:10am
Séance With My Enigma
Dipping into the ink's cauldron
of my bubbling synopsis
covering my mind's lampshade
tattooing my sins
in séance with my enigma
of ash and Agave
and death in the Cimarron
of painted stardust
with a poetic ague of dark
and mounted apocalypse
dipping into the ink's cauldron
of my bubbling synopsis.
of my bubbling synopsis
covering my mind's lampshade
tattooing my sins
in séance with my enigma
of ash and Agave
and death in the Cimarron
of painted stardust
with a poetic ague of dark
and mounted apocalypse
dipping into the ink's cauldron
of my bubbling synopsis.
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
20 reads
3 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 4:25pm
25th Oct 2020 4:25pm
50 Flavors
With 50 flavors of death's immunity
tied up in my mind's gunny sack
with a shade of insanity
sprinkled with gray matter
leaving a bad taste of jelly fish
floating belly-up in my ginger ale
with 50 flavors of death's immunity
tied up in my mind's gunny sack
with a shade of insanity
sprinkled with gray matter
leaving a bad taste of jelly fish
floating belly-up in my ginger ale
with 50 flavors of death's immunity
#dark
#dreams
#WritingPoetry
30 reads
6 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
24th Oct 2020 12:22pm
24th Oct 2020 12:22pm
Break
Cigarette butts on the floor.
Time for me to take a walk.
Work is easy when you’re not this tired.
Want a day off, hope I get fired.
Trucks pass on by, on the fly,
And I can’t see eye to eye.
Trains they come and then they go.
Aching legs dream of home.
Rest a while then work again.
Life is Hell when things don’t change.
Easy job, but lack of motivation.
I don’t need no education.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Time for me to take a walk.
Work is easy when you’re not this tired.
Want a day off, hope I get fired.
Trucks pass on by, on the fly,
And I can’t see eye to eye.
Trains they come and then they go.
Aching legs dream of home.
Rest a while then work again.
Life is Hell when things don’t change.
Easy job, but lack of motivation.
I don’t need no education.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
17 reads
0 Comments
poetjj
Poem Published
24th Oct 2020 7:16am
24th Oct 2020 7:16am
This poem is called Questions
Can I catch the flames of your eyes.
Will you allow me to listen to your desires in the twilight.
Will you allow me to speak unspoken words when I hold you.
Can I be your security in the most dangerous times.
Do I have the honor to understand your lips.
Can I prove that I’m worth the ten
Letter phrase.
Will I be the best part of your morning.
Can I give you a gift Because of what day it is.
Can I be the handsome one by your side.
Will you give me the permission just to be something special.
Can I be stuck on you, like a sweet tooth...
Will you allow me to listen to your desires in the twilight.
Will you allow me to speak unspoken words when I hold you.
Can I be your security in the most dangerous times.
Do I have the honor to understand your lips.
Can I prove that I’m worth the ten
Letter phrase.
Will I be the best part of your morning.
Can I give you a gift Because of what day it is.
Can I be the handsome one by your side.
Will you give me the permission just to be something special.
Can I be stuck on you, like a sweet tooth...
#love
#relationships
#WritingPoetry
50 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
24th Oct 2020 6:32am
24th Oct 2020 6:32am
H 1214
Her heart hurt hard, hurled in hurried high hopes,
Harried hastily haunted by horrid hallucinations,
Hence her hatred of horrendous hideous hordes,
Hiding halfheartedly, heightening her hesitation.
Harried hastily haunted by horrid hallucinations,
Hence her hatred of horrendous hideous hordes,
Hiding halfheartedly, heightening her hesitation.
#anxiety
#WritingPoetry
48 reads
8 Comments
TimWombles
Poem Published
24th Oct 2020 4:13am
24th Oct 2020 4:13am
Discovering Poetry
There was a sequence to my poetry
First was realizing...
“Oh yeah,” wasn't a good comeback
Felt like a twit
I was maybe in 4th grade
I discovered wit
I studied famous comedians, listened intently
Found books on the subject..
I was such a nerd, but I read them contently
I found that words were important
Then I found “quotes”
The ability to phrase things in just the right way
Started dissecting them
JFK, Martin Luther King
with words took us where we had never been
I realized quotes had power ...
First was realizing...
“Oh yeah,” wasn't a good comeback
Felt like a twit
I was maybe in 4th grade
I discovered wit
I studied famous comedians, listened intently
Found books on the subject..
I was such a nerd, but I read them contently
I found that words were important
Then I found “quotes”
The ability to phrase things in just the right way
Started dissecting them
JFK, Martin Luther King
with words took us where we had never been
I realized quotes had power ...
#WritingPoetry
33 reads
4 Comments
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2020 6:47pm
23rd Oct 2020 6:47pm
Where is Goddess_Worship
Please copy and paste and listen while reading and as always thanks for looking https://youtube.com/watch?v=Dy4HA3vUv2c
Witches Of The Underground page 8
Arortiz73 was holding the front doors to the castle wide open for everyone to enter.
He then took their wet cloaks and boots and put them to dry...
Welcome back everyone you must be starved!? please have a seat, Cook has prepaid a feast.
Please come join us said Zazzles, to Artoiz
Thanks, I think I will and...
Witches Of The Underground page 8
Arortiz73 was holding the front doors to the castle wide open for everyone to enter.
He then took their wet cloaks and boots and put them to dry...
Welcome back everyone you must be starved!? please have a seat, Cook has prepaid a feast.
Please come join us said Zazzles, to Artoiz
Thanks, I think I will and...
#WritingPoetry
47 reads
6 Comments
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