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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Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:48pm
Yesterday 10:48pm
haiku walks into a pub
knowing that I drink
too much is one thing, but how about another?
too much is one thing, but how about another?
#alcohol
#WritingPoetry
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0 Comments
Scorpio
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:54pm
Yesterday 2:54pm
Poetess
#love
#breakup
#sex
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
64 reads
1 Comment
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Damon
Damon
Poem Published
15th Sep 2021 6:54am
15th Sep 2021 6:54am
Cathartic Verses (Versus)
Being able to be poetic is cathartic
Stops my heart from growing artic
Clears my attic of hoarded emotions
As I articulate with brevity notions
The commotion 'tween day & night
Is silenced by my muse when I write
Out of sight and out of mind rhymes
Are granted pardons for their crimes
Only the mimes should remain silent
Art remands me from being violent
A constant battle versus my psyche
It's the catalyst that is driving me
Inspiring poetry that I compose
Where'd I be without it? Only Lord...
Stops my heart from growing artic
Clears my attic of hoarded emotions
As I articulate with brevity notions
The commotion 'tween day & night
Is silenced by my muse when I write
Out of sight and out of mind rhymes
Are granted pardons for their crimes
Only the mimes should remain silent
Art remands me from being violent
A constant battle versus my psyche
It's the catalyst that is driving me
Inspiring poetry that I compose
Where'd I be without it? Only Lord...
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
7 reads
0 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
14th Sep 2021 7:37pm
14th Sep 2021 7:37pm
All Aboard
Like Nasir, I'm so sincere when I use my pen
Before I exercise my write, I stretch & I bend
Prior to hitting send, I proofread my works
The life of a poet transcends many perks
I work on my craft; seeking self-improvement
Plotting fore & aft of giving my testament
Made a covenant to be true through & through
Poeting 'bout acts along tracks of this Choo Choo
Inviting you to consume my food for thought
As I weave my web about ebbs we're caught
Many things taught have been debunked ...
Before I exercise my write, I stretch & I bend
Prior to hitting send, I proofread my works
The life of a poet transcends many perks
I work on my craft; seeking self-improvement
Plotting fore & aft of giving my testament
Made a covenant to be true through & through
Poeting 'bout acts along tracks of this Choo Choo
Inviting you to consume my food for thought
As I weave my web about ebbs we're caught
Many things taught have been debunked ...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#deception
13 reads
4 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
14th Sep 2021 4:28am
14th Sep 2021 4:28am
‘Twas Then ~
Silence…
Deafening…
silence.
Gazing round the room,
painted in hues of soft greens and Ballerina pink,
awaiting its new occupant.
Above the rocking chair,
Faerie tale Queens and galant Knights in shining armor
bow and dance amidst the border.
Smiling dolls
that sparkle and shine as they burp then speak
“I love you, mommy”
‘Twas then I smiled.
Bookcases brimming
with old tales and new stories to engage our reader
with adventures…and dreams.
Double doors open ...
Deafening…
silence.
Gazing round the room,
painted in hues of soft greens and Ballerina pink,
awaiting its new occupant.
Above the rocking chair,
Faerie tale Queens and galant Knights in shining armor
bow and dance amidst the border.
Smiling dolls
that sparkle and shine as they burp then speak
“I love you, mommy”
‘Twas then I smiled.
Bookcases brimming
with old tales and new stories to engage our reader
with adventures…and dreams.
Double doors open ...
#WritingPoetry
49 reads
22 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
14th Sep 2021 1:15am
14th Sep 2021 1:15am
Abandon Me Here
No one knew what I was
doing, no one knew
what I was writing
I wasn’t rational, and
neither were you
Sat Sep 11 7:44PM
how would we all be saved?
hot pussy was always the answer
when you lost track of that, hell
wasn’t a long way off
I was coming through, somewhat,
but not all the way
doing, no one knew
what I was writing
I wasn’t rational, and
neither were you
Sat Sep 11 7:44PM
how would we all be saved?
hot pussy was always the answer
when you lost track of that, hell
wasn’t a long way off
I was coming through, somewhat,
but not all the way
#rejection
#sex
#hell
#WritingPoetry
#FeelingLost
37 reads
0 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
14th Sep 2021 1:05am
14th Sep 2021 1:05am
“Lyrical Jewels” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 26/7/2021
I Drop Lyrical Jewels ...
Like Seas Create Pools ... !!!
So They’re Constantly Juiced ...
To Find Wisdom To Use ...
So My Jewels Are Infused ...
With A Lot of What’s True ...
Like Be Careful of Who ...
You Believe To Be Cool ... !!!
Because Many Will Choose ...
To Play You For A Fool ...
If You’ll Quickly Give Trust ...
To Just ANY Human ...
A BIG LYRICAL JEWEL ... !!!
That’s NOT Good To Argue ...
And That’s Just The TRUTH ...
Because Life Gives You Proof ...
You See Jewels Come In...
Like Seas Create Pools ... !!!
So They’re Constantly Juiced ...
To Find Wisdom To Use ...
So My Jewels Are Infused ...
With A Lot of What’s True ...
Like Be Careful of Who ...
You Believe To Be Cool ... !!!
Because Many Will Choose ...
To Play You For A Fool ...
If You’ll Quickly Give Trust ...
To Just ANY Human ...
A BIG LYRICAL JEWEL ... !!!
That’s NOT Good To Argue ...
And That’s Just The TRUTH ...
Because Life Gives You Proof ...
You See Jewels Come In...
#lyrics
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#philosophical
10 reads
2 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
13th Sep 2021 10:11pm
13th Sep 2021 10:11pm
There once was an ugly.....
I am the scratch mark
on your last layer of paint,
the stuck-out nail
your hand snags against.
The awkward walk
of a cowboy’s gait,
the turned away face
with a glimpse of disgrace.
The hand that covers
a mouth of despair,
the pure inhibition
that lets children stare.
The freak summer wave
that makes the beach scream,
the bloated carcass
as you drink downstream.
So I sit here alone
and pour out a poem,
dressed in the way
that she gets to know...
on your last layer of paint,
the stuck-out nail
your hand snags against.
The awkward walk
of a cowboy’s gait,
the turned away face
with a glimpse of disgrace.
The hand that covers
a mouth of despair,
the pure inhibition
that lets children stare.
The freak summer wave
that makes the beach scream,
the bloated carcass
as you drink downstream.
So I sit here alone
and pour out a poem,
dressed in the way
that she gets to know...
#WritingPoetry
#transgender
#SelfWorth
17 reads
2 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
13th Sep 2021 1:00am
13th Sep 2021 1:00am
Between letters, between lines
I write letters to you, kissing the pages ...
There are tears in my eyes, trembling in my hand.
My heart beats in my chest ... I lower my eyelashes ...
You will feel it as soon as you read me ...
I write you letters, and heaven is a witness,
How much truth is in them, how much pure love!
My tenderness for you ... will bring a fresh wind -
With your eyes read - all my confessions ...
I write letters to you ... line by line,
For hope and dreams, leaf after leaf ...
Read them with your soul, my earthly devotion,
And you will see "I love!"...
There are tears in my eyes, trembling in my hand.
My heart beats in my chest ... I lower my eyelashes ...
You will feel it as soon as you read me ...
I write you letters, and heaven is a witness,
How much truth is in them, how much pure love!
My tenderness for you ... will bring a fresh wind -
With your eyes read - all my confessions ...
I write letters to you ... line by line,
For hope and dreams, leaf after leaf ...
Read them with your soul, my earthly devotion,
And you will see "I love!"...
#love
#dreams
#WritingPoetry
81 reads
29 Comments
Rachelleundrgrd
Bumped 12th Sep 2021 7:24pm
2nd Jan 2021 2:15pm
2nd Jan 2021 2:15pm
Love Untitled
Fuck poetry!... what’s the point?
Impotent ink inadequately filling flimsy filament
poorly-put prose poured out in pixilated impressions.
Let’s burn it all.
Only in the remains will we find the love we endeavor to ink
the love written within the rage-filled rantings of wrath
flouted in flowery rhymes intended to (un)flower the sometimes (un)suspect
the love delineated line-by-line by the daft using non-descript descriptors
handed out haphazardly in hallucinogenic harangues
scribbled then discarded in the...
Impotent ink inadequately filling flimsy filament
poorly-put prose poured out in pixilated impressions.
Let’s burn it all.
Only in the remains will we find the love we endeavor to ink
the love written within the rage-filled rantings of wrath
flouted in flowery rhymes intended to (un)flower the sometimes (un)suspect
the love delineated line-by-line by the daft using non-descript descriptors
handed out haphazardly in hallucinogenic harangues
scribbled then discarded in the...
#love
#inspirational
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
155 reads
10 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
11th Sep 2021 7:24pm
11th Sep 2021 7:24pm
I tried to write you a minimalist poem
but ironically, it was too much!
like building a tiny home
---not enough room for you
even less for me
with an incredible view
outside the window
in the scope of what it could be . . .
but ultimately, it felt as though
we were passing right on through
and I was taking readers for a ride
in an elevator
as far broken elevators go
like building a tiny home
---not enough room for you
even less for me
with an incredible view
outside the window
in the scope of what it could be . . .
but ultimately, it felt as though
we were passing right on through
and I was taking readers for a ride
in an elevator
as far broken elevators go
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#minimalist
41 reads
6 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
11th Sep 2021 6:36pm
11th Sep 2021 6:36pm
Bitter Sweet Emotions
when painting
if you have
light on light
you have nothing
if you have
dark on dark
you basically have nothing
its kind of like in life
you gotta have
sadness
every once in a while
so you know
when
the good times come
now i’m waiting
on the
good times
every day is
like
a little gift
something
new
happens
all over the world
there’s a
common denominator
everyone
loves
to create
people...
if you have
light on light
you have nothing
if you have
dark on dark
you basically have nothing
its kind of like in life
you gotta have
sadness
every once in a while
so you know
when
the good times come
now i’m waiting
on the
good times
every day is
like
a little gift
something
new
happens
all over the world
there’s a
common denominator
everyone
loves
to create
people...
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
#art #emotions
#art #emotions
21 reads
4 Comments
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