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.
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:11pm
Yesterday 11:11pm
Zany entity
I watch the moments
march on by.
I sit in a trance
staring
straight up to the sky
stretching my mind
body and soul.
Staying in this
yogic state
keeps me from
yearning to take control.
I'm the yin
I'm the zen
the yang,
the estranged,
zany entity
evading pain,
existing in this
intricate,
infamously strange sector of infinity..
these inner
and surrounding symphonies
keep me
captivated..
I can see through all the
hectically hellish scenes
swarming my soul, ...
march on by.
I sit in a trance
staring
straight up to the sky
stretching my mind
body and soul.
Staying in this
yogic state
keeps me from
yearning to take control.
I'm the yin
I'm the zen
the yang,
the estranged,
zany entity
evading pain,
existing in this
intricate,
infamously strange sector of infinity..
these inner
and surrounding symphonies
keep me
captivated..
I can see through all the
hectically hellish scenes
swarming my soul, ...
#universe
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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Hunterapsych
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:07pm
Yesterday 9:07pm
Let go pt2
must let go
must let it go.
you know you can't control
everything,
you know you don't decide
what happens always..
only within can you dictate.
only within can you dictate.
please leave behind self pity,
please love and don't lose yourself.
learn from each lesson,
to not second guess,
to trust and embrace,
to look your fears and short comings
in the face and feel no disgrace
towards them or yourself.
only within can you dictate.
only within can you dictate.
it's not your fate or...
must let it go.
you know you can't control
everything,
you know you don't decide
what happens always..
only within can you dictate.
only within can you dictate.
please leave behind self pity,
please love and don't lose yourself.
learn from each lesson,
to not second guess,
to trust and embrace,
to look your fears and short comings
in the face and feel no disgrace
towards them or yourself.
only within can you dictate.
only within can you dictate.
it's not your fate or...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#learning
#SelfReflection
#healing
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:01pm
Yesterday 7:01pm
Head down
I'm still walking. I'm still talking.
I'm still trying to find a way for this life to mean something.
I got no direction…just using self-reflection.
Trying to find a way to see me under closer inspection.
I wanna be in love, but no one loves me and they never could.
I could have wrote a book, but that's another story.
Just advice from a reflection in a mirror that I never took.
I could have reached high, but I just passed on by.
Now I'm another Mr. Nobody who spends his time staring at the sky.
I could have made it, if I...
I'm still trying to find a way for this life to mean something.
I got no direction…just using self-reflection.
Trying to find a way to see me under closer inspection.
I wanna be in love, but no one loves me and they never could.
I could have wrote a book, but that's another story.
Just advice from a reflection in a mirror that I never took.
I could have reached high, but I just passed on by.
Now I'm another Mr. Nobody who spends his time staring at the sky.
I could have made it, if I...
#love
#LifeGoals
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:46pm
Yesterday 3:46pm
Sassy Crass
Don’t know why the fuss
if I fucking cuss
sling a little slang
meant only for some fun
Does it make it somehow
less clever
less art
to pen about a fart
For isn’t it all fair game
to rhyme about something lame
using my poetic ken
jotted with a little deft craft
For literature is really so
being much much more
than just Juliette on the floor
or being trussed up in Victorian...
if I fucking cuss
sling a little slang
meant only for some fun
Does it make it somehow
less clever
less art
to pen about a fart
For isn’t it all fair game
to rhyme about something lame
using my poetic ken
jotted with a little deft craft
For literature is really so
being much much more
than just Juliette on the floor
or being trussed up in Victorian...
#WritingPoetry
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:10pm
Yesterday 3:10pm
Voix
What do I know
about this enigmatic flow
arising from deep inside
barely just a whisper
Spinning out sweet lines
teasing such soft rhymes
both woven and stitched
so eternally hitched
As if by someone else
not by me
now finally free
to escape to my longing ear
Always so commanding
speaking so demanding
each word to be heard
in its own time
For I want it to be so
that this whisper will grow
to embrace now this choice ...
about this enigmatic flow
arising from deep inside
barely just a whisper
Spinning out sweet lines
teasing such soft rhymes
both woven and stitched
so eternally hitched
As if by someone else
not by me
now finally free
to escape to my longing ear
Always so commanding
speaking so demanding
each word to be heard
in its own time
For I want it to be so
that this whisper will grow
to embrace now this choice ...
#WritingPoetry
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:30pm
Yesterday 2:30pm
Spilled Ink
weary
she dozed
nodded
startled awake
before
she could
stop it
the inkwell fell
murky
ebon elixir
spattered
her baby blues
unnerved
she began to weep
her heart
began to seep
tears of sorrow
tears of rage
fell like rain
upon the page
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
she dozed
nodded
startled awake
before
she could
stop it
the inkwell fell
murky
ebon elixir
spattered
her baby blues
unnerved
she began to weep
her heart
began to seep
tears of sorrow
tears of rage
fell like rain
upon the page
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
#sadness
#anger
#WritingPoetry
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3 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 10:47pm
23rd Feb 2020 10:47pm
In Bloom
To flowergirl
Flower fills me with delight
I read her through a troubled night
She inspires me with purple luv
And I thank the Lord above
She writes with a gentle flow
Leaving warmth, an afterglow
Her luv is generosity
Forget about ferocity
I possess a darkened attitude
So she has my gratitude
I am one inclined to brood
But reading her brightens my mood.
Flower fills me with delight
I read her through a troubled night
She inspires me with purple luv
And I thank the Lord above
She writes with a gentle flow
Leaving warmth, an afterglow
Her luv is generosity
Forget about ferocity
I possess a darkened attitude
So she has my gratitude
I am one inclined to brood
But reading her brightens my mood.
#WritingPoetry
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again
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 6:55pm
23rd Feb 2020 6:55pm
Of Loneliness
we all are alone
and as Yul Bryner has said
man is born lives and dies alone
so why moan
when in loneliness think of a friend like me
and as you go along
life's loneliness will be cut
like slice of buttered bread
believe me
loneliness is not only for you
but for so many
you have poetry up your sleeve compose more lyrics for me .....
and so on
go on
and as Yul Bryner has said
man is born lives and dies alone
so why moan
when in loneliness think of a friend like me
and as you go along
life's loneliness will be cut
like slice of buttered bread
believe me
loneliness is not only for you
but for so many
you have poetry up your sleeve compose more lyrics for me .....
and so on
go on
#WritingPoetry
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Hunterapsych
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 3:12pm
23rd Feb 2020 3:12pm
A taste
Cold hearted.
Hot headed.
Blood boiling.
Silent soul frozen in stone,
embedded in
dilemmas and enigmas
ever since I emerged and evolved
to eventually roam.
Who knows when,
who knows why,
no clues to convince
or signs to signify,
only eternal explorations
all throughout time mind and space
but you won't find mine misplaced
or left behind, gone to waste,
best believe it ever since
I got a taste
of total transcendence
illuminating inner landscapes..
I love to get lost there now, ...
Hot headed.
Blood boiling.
Silent soul frozen in stone,
embedded in
dilemmas and enigmas
ever since I emerged and evolved
to eventually roam.
Who knows when,
who knows why,
no clues to convince
or signs to signify,
only eternal explorations
all throughout time mind and space
but you won't find mine misplaced
or left behind, gone to waste,
best believe it ever since
I got a taste
of total transcendence
illuminating inner landscapes..
I love to get lost there now, ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 2:42pm
23rd Feb 2020 2:42pm
Alliterate Me
Is it so wrong
to surrender this way
let poetry undo me
thus
Wispy weightless words
sit here sweet and succulent
lush on each line
so distracting so divine
This seductive sibilance
tickles my ear
mingles my fear
with my dewiest desires
Barely breathing it begins
soft seductive sins
descending deftly down
to moist secret places
Flushing now rosy red
as beautiful buds swell
showing you my tell
my ever...
to surrender this way
let poetry undo me
thus
Wispy weightless words
sit here sweet and succulent
lush on each line
so distracting so divine
This seductive sibilance
tickles my ear
mingles my fear
with my dewiest desires
Barely breathing it begins
soft seductive sins
descending deftly down
to moist secret places
Flushing now rosy red
as beautiful buds swell
showing you my tell
my ever...
#lust
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
107 reads
11 Comments
inechoingsilence
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 8:14am
23rd Feb 2020 8:14am
Janus
I service a deity with two faces
Faithful penitent, holy harlot
mind supine to their whims
Words and Music the Janus
I attempt to appease
Bound to verse and loop
submissive to rhythm and rhyme
deprived of sleep and sanity
in their most sacred service
until such time as they are content
So jealous, this individual deity
insistent, persistent until I yield
I spend my days and nights
seeing chords and hearing words
seduced into divine intoxication
Faithful penitent, holy harlot
mind supine to their whims
Words and Music the Janus
I attempt to appease
Bound to verse and loop
submissive to rhythm and rhyme
deprived of sleep and sanity
in their most sacred service
until such time as they are content
So jealous, this individual deity
insistent, persistent until I yield
I spend my days and nights
seeing chords and hearing words
seduced into divine intoxication
#conflict
#music
#WritingPoetry #art
#WritingPoetry #art
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PurplePandas
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2020 10:59pm
22nd Feb 2020 10:59pm
Poetry Book
There's something euphoric about taking a book and turning the page.
A book you've had for years knowing that it's full of nothing but pain.
Your poetry book that was bought, decorated, and specifically for you.
With a note from a loved one saying please write until the pain is gone.
The book is so worn and almost falling apart because it's been too long.
It's held together by batman duct tape, but it still isn't holding very strong.
The papers dented by the tears you poured on the pages.
Each page showing your life in all of it's different...
A book you've had for years knowing that it's full of nothing but pain.
Your poetry book that was bought, decorated, and specifically for you.
With a note from a loved one saying please write until the pain is gone.
The book is so worn and almost falling apart because it's been too long.
It's held together by batman duct tape, but it still isn't holding very strong.
The papers dented by the tears you poured on the pages.
Each page showing your life in all of it's different...
#books
#WritingPoetry
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