Poems About Writing Poetry Seeking Honest Critique
#WritingPoetry
Poems about writing poetry seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Officialkn9ne
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:57pm
Yesterday 8:57pm
The Bus Driver’s Game
In a city humming, wheels on the street,
Behind the wheel, she greets with a beat.
A bus driver charming, though hard to connect,
With laughter and teasing—so blissfully unchecked.
Her hair catches sunlight in shades of soft gray,
She drives past my heart each and every day.
I try to approach her with words I can’t bring;
But she just raises brows as if sensing my sting.
“Why not spend your money? It’s yours after all!”
With playful indifference tucked into her thrall.
While...
Behind the wheel, she greets with a beat.
A bus driver charming, though hard to connect,
With laughter and teasing—so blissfully unchecked.
Her hair catches sunlight in shades of soft gray,
She drives past my heart each and every day.
I try to approach her with words I can’t bring;
But she just raises brows as if sensing my sting.
“Why not spend your money? It’s yours after all!”
With playful indifference tucked into her thrall.
While...
#crush
#LifeAsAWriter
#romantic
#temptation
#WritingPoetry
16 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:18pm
Yesterday 3:18pm
Question
Is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
#anxiety
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#mystery
#WritingPoetry
35 reads
5 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 5:16am
2nd Apr 2025 5:16am
She Rises
With spirit and determination
Her lifeforce spread like fire
Every single feather - a blaze
A wingspan more than what anyone could ever measure
A rite of rebirth and regeneration
Baptized in flames
And us poets
With glassy eyes witness
How she rises
A reawakening from beyond this realm
How the words spoken
Can help heal those of us who are broken
As a testament
Leaving behind a legacy
58 Unique words
69 Total
Her lifeforce spread like fire
Every single feather - a blaze
A wingspan more than what anyone could ever measure
A rite of rebirth and regeneration
Baptized in flames
And us poets
With glassy eyes witness
How she rises
A reawakening from beyond this realm
How the words spoken
Can help heal those of us who are broken
As a testament
Leaving behind a legacy
58 Unique words
69 Total
#gratitude
#love
#rebirth
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
48 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 11:20pm
1st Apr 2025 11:20pm
Your Sexuality as a Talking Point
Title speaks for itself
We’re not going to have sex
Doesn’t mean we can’t wonder
Perhaps speak in tongues
Everything’s on the table
We could even go electric
Like Dylan did after his motorcycle accident
Old school
New school
Whatever
It’s a great frigging title
Street cred for me
By me
Table for one
The lone wolf wins again
Channeling Bukowski
He’s drinking moderately priced red wine
Typing poems in heaven
Yeah
We’re not going to have sex
Doesn’t mean we can’t wonder
Perhaps speak in tongues
Everything’s on the table
We could even go electric
Like Dylan did after his motorcycle accident
Old school
New school
Whatever
It’s a great frigging title
Street cred for me
By me
Table for one
The lone wolf wins again
Channeling Bukowski
He’s drinking moderately priced red wine
Typing poems in heaven
Yeah
#alcohol
#LifeAsAWriter
#loneliness
#sex
#WritingPoetry
53 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 6:50am
1st Apr 2025 6:50am
Lost...Somewhere in Time
Those late night tunes can get us lost
Somewhere in time
When the mind wanders into some forgotten places
Reliving moments briefly
As if they were just yesterday
Them lyrics can turn back the clock
And unlock memories
The details are ghostly caresses on the mind’s eye
Longing for just tiny piece
Just to ease the ache
The melodies can surge an energy
A restless fantasy revived
When “could have beens” burn like whiskey straight up
Going down smooth
To make the yearning numb
These songs can take you...
Somewhere in time
When the mind wanders into some forgotten places
Reliving moments briefly
As if they were just yesterday
Them lyrics can turn back the clock
And unlock memories
The details are ghostly caresses on the mind’s eye
Longing for just tiny piece
Just to ease the ache
The melodies can surge an energy
A restless fantasy revived
When “could have beens” burn like whiskey straight up
Going down smooth
To make the yearning numb
These songs can take you...
#memories
#music
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
56 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 00:48am
1st Apr 2025 00:48am
ink-lined to inspire
inks on fire: inkblot 04
in the heat of pen and ink,
when parchments are blank,
my scripts lean and lank,
episodes hang on the brink,
waiting to be written down,
that they may assume
a context to bloom
where the poet may find renown.
let each utterance come forth,
ink-lined to inspire
with eloquent fire,
that my tongue may find its worth.
for the heat of pen and ink,
unready to die,
must yet testify
that i am, because i think.
© Copyright 2023 April 04
by...
in the heat of pen and ink,
when parchments are blank,
my scripts lean and lank,
episodes hang on the brink,
waiting to be written down,
that they may assume
a context to bloom
where the poet may find renown.
let each utterance come forth,
ink-lined to inspire
with eloquent fire,
that my tongue may find its worth.
for the heat of pen and ink,
unready to die,
must yet testify
that i am, because i think.
© Copyright 2023 April 04
by...
#LifeAsAWriter
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#NaPoWriMo2023
#WritingPoetry
42 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 11:42pm
30th Mar 2025 11:42pm
just an old romantic
wearily picked up my pen
and copied into a notebook another
poem soon to
disappear from the internet
it’s my own fault, of course, that out of
five thousand or so
I fell in love with a couple I’d written,
the rest I’ll forget
and copied into a notebook another
poem soon to
disappear from the internet
it’s my own fault, of course, that out of
five thousand or so
I fell in love with a couple I’d written,
the rest I’ll forget
#WritingPoetry
72 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 8:40pm
28th Mar 2025 8:40pm
Sixty two years ago
At the height of the colonial crisis
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#historical
#MovingOn
#nonfiction
#WritingPoetry
60 reads
5 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 3:41pm
28th Mar 2025 3:41pm
DUP is CLOSING
I got the news that DEEP UNDERGROUND POETRY is closing the site 12 May 2025!
Peace & love to all the poets.
Thanks for reading my poems and giving feedback.
Keep writing.
I will probably not move to another site.
Maybe this tragic event will inspire me to finally publish a book of my poetry.
I will miss this site very much.
Peace & love to all the poets.
Thanks for reading my poems and giving feedback.
Keep writing.
I will probably not move to another site.
Maybe this tragic event will inspire me to finally publish a book of my poetry.
I will miss this site very much.
#heartbroken
#WritingPoetry
78 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 2:21pm
28th Mar 2025 2:21pm
Angel Friend
He watches them from the boundless skies,
a guardian boy with wings of endless light.
His heart beats steady with a gentle care,
each friend he treasures like a shining star.
Through every shadow, he protects their path
and whispers hope to ease the storm's cold tears.
The winds may howl and night may spill its tears,
but still, he flies above the darkened skies.
No fear can falter him along their path.
For in his chest burns courage strong and light.
Each soul he shields, protecting every star,
their laughter fills his...
a guardian boy with wings of endless light.
His heart beats steady with a gentle care,
each friend he treasures like a shining star.
Through every shadow, he protects their path
and whispers hope to ease the storm's cold tears.
The winds may howl and night may spill its tears,
but still, he flies above the darkened skies.
No fear can falter him along their path.
For in his chest burns courage strong and light.
Each soul he shields, protecting every star,
their laughter fills his...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#WritingPoetry
52 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 5:27am
27th Mar 2025 5:27am
Where do we go from here?
and where do we go from here?
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
#aging
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
94 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 8:42pm
25th Mar 2025 8:42pm
Success Failure Squeaky Door
Fixed a squeaky door
WD40
Expect the squeak anyway
Somewhat disappointed
Success
Failure too
WD40
Expect the squeak anyway
Somewhat disappointed
Success
Failure too
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
88 reads
22 Comments
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