Poems About Writing Poetry Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about writing poetry seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
The Seen and Unforeseen
I had just succeeded in shaking the world off, like a Pop! and started my journey alone up the mountain. No one wanted to go with me, and I didn’t waste any time on the offer of such an adventure.
It was as though I had been waiting on a sign from God my whole life, and had just gotten an answer, telling me I could go. I readied to get myself together. I felt blessed with a mind that lay wide open to receive such a treasure and began the journey. I was going to write a book. And even though I had been thinking about this swell book since I was a little girl. I didn’t know...
It was as though I had been waiting on a sign from God my whole life, and had just gotten an answer, telling me I could go. I readied to get myself together. I felt blessed with a mind that lay wide open to receive such a treasure and began the journey. I was going to write a book. And even though I had been thinking about this swell book since I was a little girl. I didn’t know...
#river
#sky
#nature #WritingPoetry
#nature #WritingPoetry
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Nature's Snuggery
A masterpiece to rest and meditate
once upon a reality timeshare
of tranquility's moonbow in verdant trees
elysian's nature in the wooded snuggery
atop the crop and mountain gully
and wildflowers growing down memory lane
touched by the dew as if a fine mizzle
listening to a symphony of choiring leaves
of secrets and whispered sleepy dreams
embraced by the souls of nature's decree
once upon a reality timeshare
of tranquility's moonbow in verdant trees
elysian's nature in the wooded snuggery
atop the crop and mountain gully
and wildflowers growing down memory lane
touched by the dew as if a fine mizzle
listening to a symphony of choiring leaves
of secrets and whispered sleepy dreams
embraced by the souls of nature's decree
#inspirational
#nature
#WritingPoetry
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Safety in Conformity
within the box conformity resides
safely within my limit I confine
never to follow uncharted highways
or to stumble on unfamiliar terrain
I know my dreams remain unseen
left forever in my peripheral sight
but not hurt with disappointment
never to embark on any daring feat
I am safe here you see
living in conformity
doing the circle game for eternity
thinking within the box safely
within the box ideas may go stale
the same inspiration will prevail
but time is unwasted in ideas uncharted
slow and steady...
safely within my limit I confine
never to follow uncharted highways
or to stumble on unfamiliar terrain
I know my dreams remain unseen
left forever in my peripheral sight
but not hurt with disappointment
never to embark on any daring feat
I am safe here you see
living in conformity
doing the circle game for eternity
thinking within the box safely
within the box ideas may go stale
the same inspiration will prevail
but time is unwasted in ideas uncharted
slow and steady...
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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Caerulean Warmth
paint I the words instead
when sight eludes a treasure trove
of the many wonders that reside
in boundless fields high up above
there high above dreams may take flight
with puffy clouds as hopes and fears
collide and embrace so tight
above the canvas wide imagination soars
vast and grand the skies above
it is the honey warmth on your skin
the coolness of a breeze in puffs of breath
that evoke that gentle touch felt within
with your mortal eyes you may not see
your spirit's sight will always be free
when sight eludes a treasure trove
of the many wonders that reside
in boundless fields high up above
there high above dreams may take flight
with puffy clouds as hopes and fears
collide and embrace so tight
above the canvas wide imagination soars
vast and grand the skies above
it is the honey warmth on your skin
the coolness of a breeze in puffs of breath
that evoke that gentle touch felt within
with your mortal eyes you may not see
your spirit's sight will always be free
#sky
#WritingPoetry
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The nature of poems
Poetry cannot be explained,
not even by the mouths
of the mystics and bards.
It can only be heard hungering
to be set free for the world,
and for the poet's soul.
Imagine savory music notes
sailing through the sweet wind,
and no one else can see them,
or hear them —
not even taste the crescendo.
And the only way to explain it,
is to put its charm into words.
Words are about —
A pale comparison to a clear night out
with the silence of the stars.
not even by the mouths
of the mystics and bards.
It can only be heard hungering
to be set free for the world,
and for the poet's soul.
Imagine savory music notes
sailing through the sweet wind,
and no one else can see them,
or hear them —
not even taste the crescendo.
And the only way to explain it,
is to put its charm into words.
Words are about —
A pale comparison to a clear night out
with the silence of the stars.
#WritingPoetry
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Alone In Hospice
Through the unlit forest of the mind's labyrinth
other side of one's eye, the beggar of twilight
shadow of dark rags awaits one's fate
in headwinds of loneliness death and despair
swallowing the soul with haunting echoes
screaming from the bowery in Gotham
alone in the hospice awaiting the gospel
other side of one's eye, the beggar of twilight
shadow of dark rags awaits one's fate
in headwinds of loneliness death and despair
swallowing the soul with haunting echoes
screaming from the bowery in Gotham
alone in the hospice awaiting the gospel
#loneliness
#death
#shadows #WritingPoetry
#shadows #WritingPoetry
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As Desired
I am bathed with the rain
under the sickle moon I stand
between my toes grains of sand
reminding me of being human
I am a captive of the moon
its enchanting glow borrowed of the sun
reminding me that a long time ago
he resigned his soul to the stars
my heart yearns for laughter
the gentleness of friendship's banter
each turn of a page a new adventure
tho' I hit a curve in every turn
I desire not passionate love
or play the game of conquest or chase
just friendship in perfect grace
in a tranquil...
under the sickle moon I stand
between my toes grains of sand
reminding me of being human
I am a captive of the moon
its enchanting glow borrowed of the sun
reminding me that a long time ago
he resigned his soul to the stars
my heart yearns for laughter
the gentleness of friendship's banter
each turn of a page a new adventure
tho' I hit a curve in every turn
I desire not passionate love
or play the game of conquest or chase
just friendship in perfect grace
in a tranquil...
#friendship
#WritingPoetry
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Deep Underground Community
(without fear or favour)
written in shared ink-stained dreams
shared where words dance in creative
woven tapestry of ethereal canvas
the unions of souls can be found
the whispered promises of love
entanglement in earthy passions
shared transcend the physical
as they are puffs of smoke
creative and heartfelt it may sound
they are born of mere words
for in deep underground
nothing is what they seem
surrender to the realm where poems reign
let us weave our tale verses entwine
creating...
written in shared ink-stained dreams
shared where words dance in creative
woven tapestry of ethereal canvas
the unions of souls can be found
the whispered promises of love
entanglement in earthy passions
shared transcend the physical
as they are puffs of smoke
creative and heartfelt it may sound
they are born of mere words
for in deep underground
nothing is what they seem
surrender to the realm where poems reign
let us weave our tale verses entwine
creating...
#funny
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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Golden Laughter
Bring me the cups of golden wine
from Persephone 's tended vineyard
trampled by beautiful celestial virgins
to fill the barrels of god's
let us drink and make merry
for life is short and fleeting
no whispers of malicious envy
or of things that hurt or sting
friendship forged on golden air
glitters of dusts anointing hearts
it's all well and fine here
for none go beyond the deep
let's dance around the table
to music and songs performed
by bards around the room
spout poems brilliant and...
from Persephone 's tended vineyard
trampled by beautiful celestial virgins
to fill the barrels of god's
let us drink and make merry
for life is short and fleeting
no whispers of malicious envy
or of things that hurt or sting
friendship forged on golden air
glitters of dusts anointing hearts
it's all well and fine here
for none go beyond the deep
let's dance around the table
to music and songs performed
by bards around the room
spout poems brilliant and...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
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In Reading Alice Walker
There was the chardonnay.
And then the Pinot noir.
She dared the Sommeliers.
But there was none.
And then the Pinot noir.
She dared the Sommeliers.
But there was none.
#inspirational
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Sipping Anesthesia
Welcome to my anesthesia, a lonely puppeteer
my quill for a corpse in dark schizophrenia
of a broken mind lusting for the light
a maniacal creeping thunder with a face of onion skin
menacing shadows touched by fingers of paranoia
of a lonely generic puppeteer with the bearings of strings
masquerading walking in molasses of the twilight's lipstick
sipping anesthesia through a straw
my quill for a corpse in dark schizophrenia
of a broken mind lusting for the light
a maniacal creeping thunder with a face of onion skin
menacing shadows touched by fingers of paranoia
of a lonely generic puppeteer with the bearings of strings
masquerading walking in molasses of the twilight's lipstick
sipping anesthesia through a straw
#dark
#scary
#WritingPoetry
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Distant Echo
Remembering as if yesterday
seance with a memory
words you use to say
now with a distant echo
I touch your pulse
and listen
like a mannequin in a shadow
tracing the stillness embrace
in old photographs
as you now sleep
with dew on the rose
remembering as if yesterday
seance with a memory
words you use to say
now with a distant echo
I touch your pulse
and listen
like a mannequin in a shadow
tracing the stillness embrace
in old photographs
as you now sleep
with dew on the rose
remembering as if yesterday
#memories
#WritingPoetry
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