Poems About Writing Poetry Seeking Friendly Advice
#WritingPoetry
Poems about writing poetry seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:13pm
24th Jan 2025 2:13pm
paper boats
We who have comets as eyes,
leave us our voice in these voids
do not define me
The vanishing fairies
have told me to never leave
" do not repent our frolics, "
they tell me to walk light-footed
as they dance to sea music,
beguiled by them
The vanishing fairies sit by my side
their wings surround me as I speak
Tomorrow I will polish my three-tiered tiara
adjust it while the rain falls
and I write towards that point
within all horizons
where our...
leave us our voice in these voids
do not define me
The vanishing fairies
have told me to never leave
" do not repent our frolics, "
they tell me to walk light-footed
as they dance to sea music,
beguiled by them
The vanishing fairies sit by my side
their wings surround me as I speak
Tomorrow I will polish my three-tiered tiara
adjust it while the rain falls
and I write towards that point
within all horizons
where our...
#WritingPoetry
41 reads
6 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 12:30pm
23rd Jan 2025 12:30pm
Castles of the Forgotten
Castles of the Forgotten Shore
The wind shall shape the shifting sand,
In hills and valleys softly carved,
Children build, their castles grand,
A kingdom made with tender hands,
Where dreams are shaped by golden strands,
But waves will take them back to land.
The waves will take them back to land,
As wind blows softly through the sand.
The children’s dreams slip through their hands,
While castles crumble, soft and grand.
In silence, shadows fill the strands,
And all returns to sea and...
The wind shall shape the shifting sand,
In hills and valleys softly carved,
Children build, their castles grand,
A kingdom made with tender hands,
Where dreams are shaped by golden strands,
But waves will take them back to land.
The waves will take them back to land,
As wind blows softly through the sand.
The children’s dreams slip through their hands,
While castles crumble, soft and grand.
In silence, shadows fill the strands,
And all returns to sea and...
#LifeCycle
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
13 reads
0 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 7:16pm
21st Jan 2025 7:16pm
Sweet poetry
I like poetry!
Because there is no beginning.
No ending.
I feel free!
Because there is no beginning.
No ending.
I feel free!
#WritingPoetry
46 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 10:02am
19th Jan 2025 10:02am
My Poetry
so many me
but only one people get to see
the rest are laid down on pages
writing late at night
that's when the monster comes out
and that's when I feel at home
like a vampire giving into his urges
it's as natural as the animals
but life isn't so simple
a sex addict
if only in my fantasies
dreaming of being care free
naturally drawn towards beauty
writing another page
as a wall to remind me
what it means to be that guy
so another side to hide
the love drunk freak with no barriers
can only...
but only one people get to see
the rest are laid down on pages
writing late at night
that's when the monster comes out
and that's when I feel at home
like a vampire giving into his urges
it's as natural as the animals
but life isn't so simple
a sex addict
if only in my fantasies
dreaming of being care free
naturally drawn towards beauty
writing another page
as a wall to remind me
what it means to be that guy
so another side to hide
the love drunk freak with no barriers
can only...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
97 reads
2 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 7:54pm
17th Jan 2025 7:54pm
Creating poetry
Confessions on water,
Like drawings sculpted in cave.
Like the hair of the girl entangled on the lovers hand
Ribs of the running deer,
Caught on the dearest tree of the forest.
Memory out of lust!
Like drawings sculpted in cave.
Like the hair of the girl entangled on the lovers hand
Ribs of the running deer,
Caught on the dearest tree of the forest.
Memory out of lust!
#WritingPoetry
49 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 2:36am
17th Jan 2025 2:36am
Lucid Dreams
Lucid dreams on a canvas lent
pastel where floral petals scent
secrets of sleep's embrace
A testament to ancient sentiments
of sounds echoing nature's gleam
with blushing tongue lucid dreams
pastel where floral petals scent
secrets of sleep's embrace
A testament to ancient sentiments
of sounds echoing nature's gleam
with blushing tongue lucid dreams
#philosophical
#WritingPoetry
93 reads
0 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 9:03pm
14th Jan 2025 9:03pm
Where selfies go to die.
Pointless bloody selfies, treasures so grand,
A pic of your face or your bum on the sand.
No story, no meaning, no context to frame,
Yet here they exist, for illusory fame.
A pic of your face or your bum on the sand.
No story, no meaning, no context to frame,
Yet here they exist, for illusory fame.
#WritingPoetry
61 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 4:15pm
13th Jan 2025 4:15pm
On My Hiney
Welcome to the pockmark of obscenity
a requiem for the posies slogging in
sloe gin from death's emporium
Resting on my hiney in the daffodils
with no anecdote for the guillotine's rope
buried on a slippery slope
Drifting off into my homily
"More dope, please"
sleeping soundly
Blossoming in shadows of obscurity
with Knick Knack Paddy Whack on my bones
eating at my rotting stone
a requiem for the posies slogging in
sloe gin from death's emporium
Resting on my hiney in the daffodils
with no anecdote for the guillotine's rope
buried on a slippery slope
Drifting off into my homily
"More dope, please"
sleeping soundly
Blossoming in shadows of obscurity
with Knick Knack Paddy Whack on my bones
eating at my rotting stone
#WritingPoetry
88 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 00:54am
13th Jan 2025 00:54am
Chic and Hare
Of memories here and there, chic and hare
from the rocking chair in the depth of hypocrisy
sinking into obscurity seeking paths of prophesy
as the flowers in the garden meditate
rains bring showers through the water's-gate
yet the furies doom the grass and the shards
with the ink's imagination in a vision of dreams
of memories here and there, chic and hare
from the rocking chair in the depth of hypocrisy
sinking into obscurity seeking paths of prophesy
as the flowers in the garden meditate
rains bring showers through the water's-gate
yet the furies doom the grass and the shards
with the ink's imagination in a vision of dreams
of memories here and there, chic and hare
#philosophical
#WritingPoetry
99 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 3:12am
12th Jan 2025 3:12am
Priestess of Poetry
Priestess of Poetry
Sharp focus of her camera eyes
Sends solar flares into my schism
Where fire and water collide
Like the birth of the planets
She is the dark eyes of the world
That gaze upon my soul
With the heat of a thousand suns
When she breathes my heart murmurs
In the solitude of rebirth
When her comet streaks into my gilded maleness
From the outer reaches of my plasmic void
As silence is the song
When my orbit swings low
To her sweet chariot of fire
Sharp focus of her camera eyes
Sends solar flares into my schism
Where fire and water collide
Like the birth of the planets
She is the dark eyes of the world
That gaze upon my soul
With the heat of a thousand suns
When she breathes my heart murmurs
In the solitude of rebirth
When her comet streaks into my gilded maleness
From the outer reaches of my plasmic void
As silence is the song
When my orbit swings low
To her sweet chariot of fire
#admiration
#beauty
#women #WritingPoetry
#women #WritingPoetry
72 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 4:44pm
11th Jan 2025 4:44pm
Fabric of Soul
Deep inside my mind the secrets of my soul
like dark porcelain dripping silk eyes
for caring is so easy, unassuming the
spirits of the night forbidding demons
of the night clinging to the fabric of
my soul
like dark porcelain dripping silk eyes
for caring is so easy, unassuming the
spirits of the night forbidding demons
of the night clinging to the fabric of
my soul
#philosophical
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
101 reads
3 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 11:49pm
10th Jan 2025 11:49pm
Get Off My Plains Of Abraham, You Sick Son Of A bitch
Get Off My Plains Of Abraham, You Sick Son Of A bitch
Don't sucré me if tomorrow comes,
with a dark grammarian in shadows
editing my macabre.
Do re mi fa so, it doesn't pull my strings,
punk'd by Poe and Little Jackdaws.
So fuck you! and "Ring Around the Rosie."
I ain't a doctor, I'm a demented poet.
If I offend, it's because one is disillusioned
and a fool for rot. I ride my own plains of Abraham
and not a satanic jar of Milk Duds. Get a box of
Tide and wash the stains,...
Don't sucré me if tomorrow comes,
with a dark grammarian in shadows
editing my macabre.
Do re mi fa so, it doesn't pull my strings,
punk'd by Poe and Little Jackdaws.
So fuck you! and "Ring Around the Rosie."
I ain't a doctor, I'm a demented poet.
If I offend, it's because one is disillusioned
and a fool for rot. I ride my own plains of Abraham
and not a satanic jar of Milk Duds. Get a box of
Tide and wash the stains,...
#WritingPoetry
120 reads
3 Comments
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