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.
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Take your materials from what is around you—if you see a dandelion,
write about that; if it’s misty, write about the mist. The materials for
poetry are all about you in profusion.” —Masaoka Shiki
i scribble some, unfinished,
ere they should be diminished
before my thoughts can shape them into art;
their stain upon my paper
cannot, like water vapour,
conspire with wayward winds to blank my heart.
i scribble some on handbills,
while walking in the foothills
or climbing mountains for a better view.
vocabulary...
write about that; if it’s misty, write about the mist. The materials for
poetry are all about you in profusion.” —Masaoka Shiki
i scribble some, unfinished,
ere they should be diminished
before my thoughts can shape them into art;
their stain upon my paper
cannot, like water vapour,
conspire with wayward winds to blank my heart.
i scribble some on handbills,
while walking in the foothills
or climbing mountains for a better view.
vocabulary...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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Art and Therapy
There are too many poets in the world
What can I do stand out from the crowd?
Will my verse be a whisper barely heard
Or will it just be a mist amidst the clouds?
Should I shout louder or rhyme harder
When poetry has been my therapy
Will the words reach the ears of others
Capturing the moment for posterity
But it’s also been an art I try to express
Emotions poured onto paper and pen
Shaping the images from mind to lines
Trying to get it right, over and over again
Poetry has been the journal of my life’s story ...
What can I do stand out from the crowd?
Will my verse be a whisper barely heard
Or will it just be a mist amidst the clouds?
Should I shout louder or rhyme harder
When poetry has been my therapy
Will the words reach the ears of others
Capturing the moment for posterity
But it’s also been an art I try to express
Emotions poured onto paper and pen
Shaping the images from mind to lines
Trying to get it right, over and over again
Poetry has been the journal of my life’s story ...
#WritingPoetry
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If you're going to shoot, then shoot, don't talk
Art?
Fuck art!!
Fuck me, Fuck You!
Fuck all of it!
Just fucking do it!!!!
Whatever it is
However it turns out is the way it is
Poetry!??
Fuck poetry!!
Fuck poets, fuck poems!
Most poets are pretentious stupid assholes that think they know everything and everyone
Quite a few on this site actually
You don't have the key or knowledge to unlock anything
Many of you know so much about nothing at all
Did you truly read what you just wrote
You sound pathetic
The use of all of these metaphors mean...
Fuck art!!
Fuck me, Fuck You!
Fuck all of it!
Just fucking do it!!!!
Whatever it is
However it turns out is the way it is
Poetry!??
Fuck poetry!!
Fuck poets, fuck poems!
Most poets are pretentious stupid assholes that think they know everything and everyone
Quite a few on this site actually
You don't have the key or knowledge to unlock anything
Many of you know so much about nothing at all
Did you truly read what you just wrote
You sound pathetic
The use of all of these metaphors mean...
#anger
#art
#frustration
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Poetry Is My Therapist
I tell you all my secrets
For you, I do not hide
Trusting in the process
Remaking my life
Never knowing what
The next stanza will bring
If I’ll be poetically crying
Or if I will sweetly sing
This write, it is a journey
Through past lives and woes
Trauma that dredges up
Memories morose
Then there are all those times
When I have really pushed through
And rid myself of bad habits
Seeing now with a clear view
This pulse of life, I ride out
Wonder where it’ll take me next
I have only...
For you, I do not hide
Trusting in the process
Remaking my life
Never knowing what
The next stanza will bring
If I’ll be poetically crying
Or if I will sweetly sing
This write, it is a journey
Through past lives and woes
Trauma that dredges up
Memories morose
Then there are all those times
When I have really pushed through
And rid myself of bad habits
Seeing now with a clear view
This pulse of life, I ride out
Wonder where it’ll take me next
I have only...
#healing
#honesty
#PowerOfWords
#vulnerability
#WritingPoetry
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Kill Your Darlings
The words won’t come to save my life,
but I keep stringing them into
some sort of line and carry through,
and later I’ll take out my knife.
I feel as though I’m Word’s dear wife
for all the nagging, pushing done
to get them into shape and none
seem satisfied to say the thing
that gets the poem to finally sing.
So, I’ll keep slicing until it’s fun.
but I keep stringing them into
some sort of line and carry through,
and later I’ll take out my knife.
I feel as though I’m Word’s dear wife
for all the nagging, pushing done
to get them into shape and none
seem satisfied to say the thing
that gets the poem to finally sing.
So, I’ll keep slicing until it’s fun.
#WritingPoetry
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Poetically Free
Chillin' in the shade of the shadow of death
Battlin' against demons without havin' a ref
Left ain't as mighty as the right hand of GOD
Compensating with poetry and living life as a bard
Playin' cards I'm dealt 'til I become the dealer
Utilizing this gift to uplift like a healer
Truth teller; not afraid of transparency
Unlocking my cage so that I can be free
Battlin' against demons without havin' a ref
Left ain't as mighty as the right hand of GOD
Compensating with poetry and living life as a bard
Playin' cards I'm dealt 'til I become the dealer
Utilizing this gift to uplift like a healer
Truth teller; not afraid of transparency
Unlocking my cage so that I can be free
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Flow Of A Maestro
I want my poetry to conduct a symphony of thoughts in your mind
Wanna be a maestro who knows how to infuse melody in rhyme
With the chime of a metronome inside of my dome
I maintain the cadence in order to bring it on home
Setting the tone when in the zone of creative writing
Hurdling the blocks that're trying to stop my poeting
Creating before words start escaping my mental
Hoping to retain some on the plane as residuals
Wanna be a maestro who knows how to infuse melody in rhyme
With the chime of a metronome inside of my dome
I maintain the cadence in order to bring it on home
Setting the tone when in the zone of creative writing
Hurdling the blocks that're trying to stop my poeting
Creating before words start escaping my mental
Hoping to retain some on the plane as residuals
#WritingPoetry
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Never Wasting Away
I'm never wasting away
My time in the world
Of free verse or rhyme
Here I am replenished
Given clarity and strength
To carry on in a way
That simply is spot on
With words I'm never wrong
My time in the world
Of free verse or rhyme
Here I am replenished
Given clarity and strength
To carry on in a way
That simply is spot on
With words I'm never wrong
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Insomniacs Have Nightmares
Yeah, so what
I consider myself damaged.
Gram by gram
I try to smoke away my problems
and I tend to stay awake
past the resting hours.
Lying here
when I am supposed to be sleeping,
thinking about pushing flowers.
My head caught spinning so fast
that I missed the directive.
Sending me in the wrong direction,
missing my connection.
Having a conniption
because I am not sure where
I am headed but wherever it is
I know that path is a dead end.
I consider myself damaged.
Gram by gram
I try to smoke away my problems
and I tend to stay awake
past the resting hours.
Lying here
when I am supposed to be sleeping,
thinking about pushing flowers.
My head caught spinning so fast
that I missed the directive.
Sending me in the wrong direction,
missing my connection.
Having a conniption
because I am not sure where
I am headed but wherever it is
I know that path is a dead end.
#anxiety
#depression
#insomnia
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
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Writing Poetry
I sit completely naked,
and this usually occurs
in the dead of night.
I turn off the lights,
and with the illumination of the candle,
I think I can handle
feeding the starving creativity
that needs to ingest letters
so it can regurgitate words,
preferably those not often heard.
Warding off writer’s block or not,
I gawk at the blank page.
Rage nestles next to my reasoning.
I try seasoning the letters
and stir the pot; it is naught.
I do not know where to begin.
My patience is running thin, ...
and this usually occurs
in the dead of night.
I turn off the lights,
and with the illumination of the candle,
I think I can handle
feeding the starving creativity
that needs to ingest letters
so it can regurgitate words,
preferably those not often heard.
Warding off writer’s block or not,
I gawk at the blank page.
Rage nestles next to my reasoning.
I try seasoning the letters
and stir the pot; it is naught.
I do not know where to begin.
My patience is running thin, ...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock
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Poets are not poets (on the seventh day they rest)
Poets are not poets
nor voices of reason
but memories of the past
and trumpeters for the future
Slamming hands in car doors
just write the reasons why
there are no hot coals
poets haven't roasted feet upon
and all the knives are dull
cutting open their minds
Athena once split Zeus's head asunder
now that must have hurt like hell
yet poet's seem jealous of the pain
as they tear insides out
I know, let's have some fun
practicing sacrificial rituals
just to write a compelling poem
with the...
nor voices of reason
but memories of the past
and trumpeters for the future
Slamming hands in car doors
just write the reasons why
there are no hot coals
poets haven't roasted feet upon
and all the knives are dull
cutting open their minds
Athena once split Zeus's head asunder
now that must have hurt like hell
yet poet's seem jealous of the pain
as they tear insides out
I know, let's have some fun
practicing sacrificial rituals
just to write a compelling poem
with the...
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
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In A Silent Place
He sought
to be a poet
to gain praise
inflict astonishment
on spellbound minds
but the umbilical chord
of despair
soon strangled
the neck of his ambition
through snarled
similes
and bungled phrases
worn, novice attempts
flatlined
lowering themselves to
grammatical graves
each terminated
like a botched
poetic stillborn
to be a poet
to gain praise
inflict astonishment
on spellbound minds
but the umbilical chord
of despair
soon strangled
the neck of his ambition
through snarled
similes
and bungled phrases
worn, novice attempts
flatlined
lowering themselves to
grammatical graves
each terminated
like a botched
poetic stillborn
#WritingPoetry
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