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.
wallyroo92
Poem Published
Today 1:38pm
Today 1:38pm
The Contour and Figure
She came to me in the middle of the night,
Undressed and provoking me to no end,
“Take me” she says in all her raw nature,
“Take me and I will be your new best friend.”
“Do with me what you will” she fervently says,
“You can do anything, whatever you want,
Do with me whichever way you please, but please!
Use the right size and a really good font.”
And as I gather my thoughts carefully,
I prepare myself to fill her shape and form,
My fingers then twitch a bit nervously,
When I feel her ready heavy and warm.
...
Undressed and provoking me to no end,
“Take me” she says in all her raw nature,
“Take me and I will be your new best friend.”
“Do with me what you will” she fervently says,
“You can do anything, whatever you want,
Do with me whichever way you please, but please!
Use the right size and a really good font.”
And as I gather my thoughts carefully,
I prepare myself to fill her shape and form,
My fingers then twitch a bit nervously,
When I feel her ready heavy and warm.
...
#WritingPoetry
#metaphor
#sensual
36 reads
3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
Today 7:36am
Today 7:36am
Facebook
Are we too uncritical
on Facebook
also helpful and ultimately dull.
I’m not thinking of baby pictures
and cute puppies,
but of opinions, I disagree with
not voicing these objections.
Is the facebook a place for mutual
self-congratulation a display of
achievement, however, banal.
Are we too uncritical
on Facebook
also helpful and ultimately dull.
I’m not thinking of baby pictures
and cute puppies,
but of opinions, I disagree with
not voicing these objections.
Is the facebook a place for mutual
self-congratulation a display of
achievement, however, banal.
#books
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
11 reads
2 Comments
sepicla_ikn
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:32pm
Yesterday 8:32pm
Rise above them, Reemiss
That white A4 paper, to make it into an old piece of parchment
well, it is getting tea-bagged
Where’s that woman that said she’s waiting for someone to tell her
stuff she didn’t already know?
So which one am I buying more, Typhoo or Tetley tea bags?
Heard women don’t like questions
because they know everything
yet isn’t able to give me a right answer
Now, for cups of tea
I’ve always put the milk in last
plus I do use the crust of the bread half-way through
and don’t leave it to the end
Said to Chloe, your boyfriend could...
well, it is getting tea-bagged
Where’s that woman that said she’s waiting for someone to tell her
stuff she didn’t already know?
So which one am I buying more, Typhoo or Tetley tea bags?
Heard women don’t like questions
because they know everything
yet isn’t able to give me a right answer
Now, for cups of tea
I’ve always put the milk in last
plus I do use the crust of the bread half-way through
and don’t leave it to the end
Said to Chloe, your boyfriend could...
#WritingPoetry
26 reads
oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:09pm
Yesterday 8:09pm
link-in
Linkin is like the facebook
Only posher and middle-class
Here company directors,
Guitar players and teachers
Can write learned articles
Mainly about themselves
And what interests them.
Apart for being pretentious
It is free of baby pictures
Which is satisfying and keeps
Facebook users at bay.
Only posher and middle-class
Here company directors,
Guitar players and teachers
Can write learned articles
Mainly about themselves
And what interests them.
Apart for being pretentious
It is free of baby pictures
Which is satisfying and keeps
Facebook users at bay.
#books
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
11 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:55pm
Yesterday 1:55pm
! (Eureka)
The originating fire of creation,
Reaches into the depths of imagination,
When an innovative idea is trapped,
Like faraway music lost in a fog,
In the distance I hear the prologue,
Magical ingenuity awaits to be tapped.
It lingers dormant with intention,
Anticipating the flash of invention,
Before it swiftly hits the mark,
It slowly sets the wheels in motion,
Formulating the intended notion,
Fueling and working every single part.
The inspiration rises to the surface,
Like light with committed purpose,
Deep from...
Reaches into the depths of imagination,
When an innovative idea is trapped,
Like faraway music lost in a fog,
In the distance I hear the prologue,
Magical ingenuity awaits to be tapped.
It lingers dormant with intention,
Anticipating the flash of invention,
Before it swiftly hits the mark,
It slowly sets the wheels in motion,
Formulating the intended notion,
Fueling and working every single part.
The inspiration rises to the surface,
Like light with committed purpose,
Deep from...
#inspirational
#WritingPoetry
#art
22 reads
1 Comment
delanee
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:32am
Yesterday 11:32am
Reason To Write
I only ever like the sound
of my heart breaking
when I can convert that fragile
breaking sound
into words of experience
for others to read
find comfort
of my heart breaking
when I can convert that fragile
breaking sound
into words of experience
for others to read
find comfort
#sadness
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
31 reads
4 Comments
sepicla_ikn
Poem Published
21st May 2019 00:14am
21st May 2019 00:14am
Faithful Pen-Pal
Yesterday, it was about quarter-to-eleven
when my door suddenly opened
I never got up and walked towards it
until a two-pound coin came flying in the room and hit the telly
To which a voice then shouted “We can talk about the Northampton Academy now that Mr Kelley is gone! And I’m now watching Return of the Living Dead, so stop what you’re doing and come out!”
Having looked out into the corridor, door number 4 was open, so I walked down to it and saw Bradley in one of the corners, playing on his xbox
“I know now, that you and Nicole always used to do sexual...
when my door suddenly opened
I never got up and walked towards it
until a two-pound coin came flying in the room and hit the telly
To which a voice then shouted “We can talk about the Northampton Academy now that Mr Kelley is gone! And I’m now watching Return of the Living Dead, so stop what you’re doing and come out!”
Having looked out into the corridor, door number 4 was open, so I walked down to it and saw Bradley in one of the corners, playing on his xbox
“I know now, that you and Nicole always used to do sexual...
#WritingPoetry
18 reads
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
20th May 2019 11:36pm
20th May 2019 11:36pm
Nothing has to be fair
Never the adventurous one,
never the risk taker,
never the game changer,
Always.. the stranger..
Sometimes prone to anger,
releasing the rage, full blown fury
filling me up cause I constantly worry,
mind always in a hurry,
emotions swirling furiously, hurling me into the inner absurdity.
Hyper aware yet
reluctant to care.
Still realizing nothing has to be fair,
Not everything will go your way,
maybe it's not for me to say but
at the end of the day if you're breathing, you shouldn't be grieving just cause what you...
never the risk taker,
never the game changer,
Always.. the stranger..
Sometimes prone to anger,
releasing the rage, full blown fury
filling me up cause I constantly worry,
mind always in a hurry,
emotions swirling furiously, hurling me into the inner absurdity.
Hyper aware yet
reluctant to care.
Still realizing nothing has to be fair,
Not everything will go your way,
maybe it's not for me to say but
at the end of the day if you're breathing, you shouldn't be grieving just cause what you...
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#emotional
33 reads
5 Comments
sepicla_ikn
Poem Published
20th May 2019 6:19pm
20th May 2019 6:19pm
Sunday, 19th May 2019
It’s now twenty-to-eight in the morning
I’ve had a good one
and I’ve been told not to tell you about my weekend
I’ve woken up in a different part of the building
as I’ve never had a square opening previously on my door
that only opens from the outside
And when looking out into the corridor
after John had passed me my spaghetti and meatballs on a tray
There were six doors either side of me
and the door in front was a steel one, with several padlocks on it
“Don’t you think it’s unlucky, being behind door number 13? And isn’t that...
I’ve had a good one
and I’ve been told not to tell you about my weekend
I’ve woken up in a different part of the building
as I’ve never had a square opening previously on my door
that only opens from the outside
And when looking out into the corridor
after John had passed me my spaghetti and meatballs on a tray
There were six doors either side of me
and the door in front was a steel one, with several padlocks on it
“Don’t you think it’s unlucky, being behind door number 13? And isn’t that...
#WritingPoetry
23 reads
LennyBlue
Yorkshire
Yorkshire
Poem Published
20th May 2019 1:09pm
20th May 2019 1:09pm
Better Dead than Read
I wanna murder my words,
Those stupid structures of rhyming
Trying to keep up with the
timing.
Ha, their you did it again jerk.
Shaken not stirred , the words
pour out of a mind hungry to be eaten,
Ted Bundys appetite snacking on a young boy at night
Desperate thoughts escaping a prison
Captured by another victim
Innocent eyes corrupted by what you think is important.
Nobody cares about your last release, a lonely man with tired aching hands,
A child chasing butterfly's or
Mom dying on a winter...
Those stupid structures of rhyming
Trying to keep up with the
timing.
Ha, their you did it again jerk.
Shaken not stirred , the words
pour out of a mind hungry to be eaten,
Ted Bundys appetite snacking on a young boy at night
Desperate thoughts escaping a prison
Captured by another victim
Innocent eyes corrupted by what you think is important.
Nobody cares about your last release, a lonely man with tired aching hands,
A child chasing butterfly's or
Mom dying on a winter...
#honesty
#WritingPoetry
21 reads
8 Comments
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
20th May 2019 3:51am
20th May 2019 3:51am
Eerie
The journey flows on forever and ever.
We're eternally together
for better or worse whether or not the world wastes away.
Tis our fate to create..
It's never too late
Don't hesitate though
Can't cease from changing
you must grow.
_
The pages fill faster everyday..
I long to pick up the pen, navigate my hand to grab a notebook and spill some ink, most of the time I don't even have to think ,
These pieces just write themselves
With no help from me ,
The way I want it to be truthfully I must say it's quite...
We're eternally together
for better or worse whether or not the world wastes away.
Tis our fate to create..
It's never too late
Don't hesitate though
Can't cease from changing
you must grow.
_
The pages fill faster everyday..
I long to pick up the pen, navigate my hand to grab a notebook and spill some ink, most of the time I don't even have to think ,
These pieces just write themselves
With no help from me ,
The way I want it to be truthfully I must say it's quite...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
36 reads
9 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
19th May 2019 10:25pm
19th May 2019 10:25pm
Staring into the deep
Life is a metaphor and I am simply its ball.
I bounce off walls and as I rise, I fall.
Just looking for the right time to say the right word,
Because it would feel so wrong if I let myself fail
And my words were never heard.
Life is a story, never foreseen and never before told.
It is still being written and we are still on the right road.
A long way from home, heading into the unknown.
I cannot afford to be close to you, because of all the charity I owe.
An image of a scarecrow drifts into my mind,
To remind me of a...
I bounce off walls and as I rise, I fall.
Just looking for the right time to say the right word,
Because it would feel so wrong if I let myself fail
And my words were never heard.
Life is a story, never foreseen and never before told.
It is still being written and we are still on the right road.
A long way from home, heading into the unknown.
I cannot afford to be close to you, because of all the charity I owe.
An image of a scarecrow drifts into my mind,
To remind me of a...
#love
#marriage
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
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