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.
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
61 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
141 reads
3 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
50 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
104 reads
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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
65 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
93 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
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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
83 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
105 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
126 reads
3 Comments
Inverted_poet29
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 7:14pm
7th Jan 2025 7:14pm
A Picture in Words
They say a picture’s worth a thousand tales,
But what if the brush in your hand fails?
If canvas stays blank, colors don’t appear,
Yet your mind holds visions, vivid and clear.
With words as your palette, you start to create,
Each phrase a stroke, shaping fate,
You paint with whispers, you draw with sound,
In the listener’s heart, your art is found.
A thousand words, they say, a picture might be,
But what if your words set the soul free?
Each sentence a color, each line a hue,
Crafting a masterpiece, unique...
But what if the brush in your hand fails?
If canvas stays blank, colors don’t appear,
Yet your mind holds visions, vivid and clear.
With words as your palette, you start to create,
Each phrase a stroke, shaping fate,
You paint with whispers, you draw with sound,
In the listener’s heart, your art is found.
A thousand words, they say, a picture might be,
But what if your words set the soul free?
Each sentence a color, each line a hue,
Crafting a masterpiece, unique...
#emotions
#happiness
#love
#passion
#WritingPoetry
51 reads
0 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 8:30pm
6th Jan 2025 8:30pm
Love of words
I love words
Taking pictures of moments.
Wearing up clothes of extraterrestrials.
And landing on earth.
Speaking a human psyche.
As the greatest mystery.
Travelling everyday with details i do not know why?
Where they come from?
Like why does he like shaped in apple breasts?
Or why do i get in heat by a man moaning?
Not adding or deleting a word.
Simple talk!
As she amused to her deepest attractions.
Speaking on the land of true,
Mysterious tale, earth
Taking pictures of moments.
Wearing up clothes of extraterrestrials.
And landing on earth.
Speaking a human psyche.
As the greatest mystery.
Travelling everyday with details i do not know why?
Where they come from?
Like why does he like shaped in apple breasts?
Or why do i get in heat by a man moaning?
Not adding or deleting a word.
Simple talk!
As she amused to her deepest attractions.
Speaking on the land of true,
Mysterious tale, earth
#WritingPoetry
84 reads
5 Comments
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