Poems About Writing Poetry Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about writing poetry seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:36pm
Yesterday 8:36pm
Why Are Your Poems So Dark?
after Linda Pastan
You could psychologise, of course,
could tell them dad was mean to you,
that mummy took cocaine
and never made dinner on time.
Though maybe it’s gauche
to flaunt your childhood these days,
as if you’re just auditioning
to be the underdog
of some appalling talent show,
because in your heart you simply know
that you’re not good enough.
You think, perhaps, it’s merely this:
a strain of cynic in the blood,
a slanted sight, a faithlessness
that seeks its fellows out in art,
an ear...
You could psychologise, of course,
could tell them dad was mean to you,
that mummy took cocaine
and never made dinner on time.
Though maybe it’s gauche
to flaunt your childhood these days,
as if you’re just auditioning
to be the underdog
of some appalling talent show,
because in your heart you simply know
that you’re not good enough.
You think, perhaps, it’s merely this:
a strain of cynic in the blood,
a slanted sight, a faithlessness
that seeks its fellows out in art,
an ear...
#dark
#horror
#violence #WritingPoetry
#violence #WritingPoetry
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0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 7:51pm
10th Jan 2025 7:51pm
Flowers for Confessors
after TS Eliot
Anne Sexton was obsessed with death,
That bellringer, this gravedigger.
In stylish dress, with gin-smoked breath,
Her corpse lolled in the gas-drenched car.
Cocktail sticks poke out her eyes,
The housewife’s life in grim surmise.
Measured out in olives, parts,
Domestic violence, artichoke hearts.
Plath, I guess, preceded her,
As death begets, like rabbits breed.
She sought a solace in the slur
Against fathers, the daughter’s need.
She knew the pain of too much sense,
The flowers...
Anne Sexton was obsessed with death,
That bellringer, this gravedigger.
In stylish dress, with gin-smoked breath,
Her corpse lolled in the gas-drenched car.
Cocktail sticks poke out her eyes,
The housewife’s life in grim surmise.
Measured out in olives, parts,
Domestic violence, artichoke hearts.
Plath, I guess, preceded her,
As death begets, like rabbits breed.
She sought a solace in the slur
Against fathers, the daughter’s need.
She knew the pain of too much sense,
The flowers...
#historical
#MentalHealth
#suicide #WritingPoetry
#suicide #WritingPoetry
43 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 11:53pm
8th Jan 2025 11:53pm
not averse
who reads browning anymore
of his pied piper of hamelin and I’ll take
to the hills, without the attendant rats
or children, of course
of his pied piper of hamelin and I’ll take
to the hills, without the attendant rats
or children, of course
#WritingPoetry
35 reads
1 Comment
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 3:04pm
8th Jan 2025 3:04pm
My Muse of Poetry
Not all the worlds belong to me
Not all the words set me free
What the heart loves
is of will
I just free some words
to confine its spill.
****
A time, my words
on my papers sashaying
the shape to me alluring
the tone of their steps
I hear
as they are dancing
the music they are following
the soul, in a trance, just listens
without interfering.
****
A time, along with my Muse
we keep to each other
our hearts baring
secrets sharing
silently, knowingly connecting.. ...
Not all the words set me free
What the heart loves
is of will
I just free some words
to confine its spill.
****
A time, my words
on my papers sashaying
the shape to me alluring
the tone of their steps
I hear
as they are dancing
the music they are following
the soul, in a trance, just listens
without interfering.
****
A time, along with my Muse
we keep to each other
our hearts baring
secrets sharing
silently, knowingly connecting.. ...
#admiration
#emotions
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
74 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:27pm
5th Jan 2025 11:27pm
Appreciated kindness
Will I ever know why
making a wish is so hard?
Turning a wish into a truth.
Hold the breath until I'm blue.
Why should I...
Why could I...
Why would I even try?
No year is ever so new.
No bone is easy to chew.
So let me simply just blow you
a kiss... a kiss... a kiss...
Let's wait for the blizzard to end.
I swear to you no one else will know.
No soul was harmed in the making
of this movie slow motion!
No light is clear until meeting
the darkness.
making a wish is so hard?
Turning a wish into a truth.
Hold the breath until I'm blue.
Why should I...
Why could I...
Why would I even try?
No year is ever so new.
No bone is easy to chew.
So let me simply just blow you
a kiss... a kiss... a kiss...
Let's wait for the blizzard to end.
I swear to you no one else will know.
No soul was harmed in the making
of this movie slow motion!
No light is clear until meeting
the darkness.
#healing
#learning
#MyInspiration
#tea
#WritingPoetry
54 reads
8 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 9:18pm
5th Jan 2025 9:18pm
Virgo
Virgo is my sign with which I deeply align
I thrive as I help and serve, driven by passion and verve
Religious in heart mystic in mind, a soul wholly unconfined
Gifted by the healing power of Love and the sensibility of dove
Of a sense of worth, an affinity with mother earth, that’s my sign birth.
I thrive as I help and serve, driven by passion and verve
Religious in heart mystic in mind, a soul wholly unconfined
Gifted by the healing power of Love and the sensibility of dove
Of a sense of worth, an affinity with mother earth, that’s my sign birth.
#acrostic
#FreeVerse
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
51 reads
8 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 8:28am
5th Jan 2025 8:28am
Starlit Whispers
Beneath the argent spires of a moonlit glade,
Where ebon vines in arabesques cascade,
Whispers of zephyrs in perfumed wane,
Entwine the symphony of night’s domain.
Opalescent pools,
veiled in stygian gleam,
Hold captive stars adrift in a liquid dream.
Celestial murmurs wend through gossamer trees,
Ethereal hymns adrift on astral seas.
A wraithlike orchid unfurls its argent crown,
Breathing nocturnal fire where shadows drown.
Where ebon vines in arabesques cascade,
Whispers of zephyrs in perfumed wane,
Entwine the symphony of night’s domain.
Opalescent pools,
veiled in stygian gleam,
Hold captive stars adrift in a liquid dream.
Celestial murmurs wend through gossamer trees,
Ethereal hymns adrift on astral seas.
A wraithlike orchid unfurls its argent crown,
Breathing nocturnal fire where shadows drown.
#WritingPoetry
43 reads
1 Comment
Pete_25
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 8:20am
5th Jan 2025 8:20am
Excel
Rhymes and spaces
Words some verse
Poets, places
Eyes observe
Pen and ink
Cast magic spells
Thoughts extract
Whilst YOU excel
Words some verse
Poets, places
Eyes observe
Pen and ink
Cast magic spells
Thoughts extract
Whilst YOU excel
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
64 reads
10 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 00:14am
5th Jan 2025 00:14am
Restless Reveries Mirror
Night whispers, still,
dreams elude. Shadows haunted,
hope fades—bound by time.
Eyes burn, minds churn
churn minds, burn eyes.
Time by bound—fades hope.
Haunted shadows, elude dreams.
Still whispers night.
dreams elude. Shadows haunted,
hope fades—bound by time.
Eyes burn, minds churn
churn minds, burn eyes.
Time by bound—fades hope.
Haunted shadows, elude dreams.
Still whispers night.
#WritingPoetry
14 reads
0 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
The Rave Girl
I’ve always been in love with energy,
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free—...
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free—...
#confessional
#drugs
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
56 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 11:26pm
1st Jan 2025 11:26pm
Another stupid poem
I miss you
I wish you never left me
Sadness follows me
A new year, with the same old sorrows
Screw this!
I'm too old for this shit
My feelings and this poem were pathetic
I'm gonna blast some Deicide, cook some burgers and later on watch some Stallone, Schwarzenegger or Lundgren films
By tomorrow morning, she'll be a distant memory.
I wish you never left me
Sadness follows me
A new year, with the same old sorrows
Screw this!
I'm too old for this shit
My feelings and this poem were pathetic
I'm gonna blast some Deicide, cook some burgers and later on watch some Stallone, Schwarzenegger or Lundgren films
By tomorrow morning, she'll be a distant memory.
#love
#MovingOn
#WritingPoetry #fiction
#WritingPoetry #fiction
93 reads
16 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 5:35pm
1st Jan 2025 5:35pm
Ode to Pessoa's Multiple Poems
Oh Pessoa, master of masks and souls,
who unfolds in multiple verses,
in each heteronym, a universe,
in each poem, a new being.
Alberto Caeiro, shepherd of the fields,
with simplicity and wisdom,
describes nature in its purity
and teaches us to see the world with clarity.
Ricardo Reis, serene epicurean,
with his odes of calm and resignation,
celebrates life with measure and reason
and invites us to live with moderation.
Álvaro de Campos, sensitive engineer,
with his eagerness and modernity, ...
who unfolds in multiple verses,
in each heteronym, a universe,
in each poem, a new being.
Alberto Caeiro, shepherd of the fields,
with simplicity and wisdom,
describes nature in its purity
and teaches us to see the world with clarity.
Ricardo Reis, serene epicurean,
with his odes of calm and resignation,
celebrates life with measure and reason
and invites us to live with moderation.
Álvaro de Campos, sensitive engineer,
with his eagerness and modernity, ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
68 reads
4 Comments
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