Poems About Writing Poetry Seeking Honest Critique
#WritingPoetry
Poems about writing poetry seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
Today 1:19am
Today 1:19am
Cosmic charms
The divine will of the cosmos surrenders to me
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
31 reads
2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 8:31pm
17th Apr 2024 8:31pm
Poetry wipeout
(Note from author: Oh dear, my keyboard seemed to be broken when I wrote this. Most of the keys appeared to have given up, so I had to restrict myself to the top row of keys. Sorry about that.)
O, typewriter!
Y, typewriter?
Y, O Y?!
I, poet, require wit.
Keyboard quit;
top tier type =
quite poor repertoire.
I wept.
Ropy torture!
Pouty ire!
I require wittier poetry.
Pity poor poet;
utter pretty quip.
You write trite type.
I report trope.
You retort, "write your...
O, typewriter!
Y, typewriter?
Y, O Y?!
I, poet, require wit.
Keyboard quit;
top tier type =
quite poor repertoire.
I wept.
Ropy torture!
Pouty ire!
I require wittier poetry.
Pity poor poet;
utter pretty quip.
You write trite type.
I report trope.
You retort, "write your...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2024 #WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024 #WritingPoetry
40 reads
9 Comments
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 5:33am
17th Apr 2024 5:33am
Unseen
Trek onward to overcome the fear
When it grates my flesh but feeds my spirit all the things I yearn to hear
Truths of grace breaking through
Undeserving yet still I hope in the invisible You
Debts cry to control
Lay claims to the will to reposes by default, my soul
With interests built up, the entitlement of the betrayed
Taken apart, dissect the heart, when my actions are filleted
You’ve every right to reject but still you love when I am unlovely
Fear cast out of perfect affections lavished upon
Beauty from the ashes when...
When it grates my flesh but feeds my spirit all the things I yearn to hear
Truths of grace breaking through
Undeserving yet still I hope in the invisible You
Debts cry to control
Lay claims to the will to reposes by default, my soul
With interests built up, the entitlement of the betrayed
Taken apart, dissect the heart, when my actions are filleted
You’ve every right to reject but still you love when I am unlovely
Fear cast out of perfect affections lavished upon
Beauty from the ashes when...
#Christian
#faith
#WritingPoetry
#fear
#NaPoWriMo2024
41 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 10:48pm
16th Apr 2024 10:48pm
She believed everything I said
I took her up to the roof and told her she could fly because I asked God to grant her a special aviator's license.
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
#God
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #ignorance
#WritingPoetry #ignorance
71 reads
17 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 10:05pm
16th Apr 2024 10:05pm
Let me be your story
Come and be in my book
Let me be your story
I could write a thousand words a day
With the right inspiration
Play me your souls music
Teach me the worlds sounds
Educate me on the ways of being
So I can prosper all the more
Let us surrender to ourselves
We can rejoice in this blessed day that be
We can laugh and cry, perhaps touch the sky
But we can be together whilst we do
Be my daily update
Tell me todays news
Help me piece the puzzle together
Because I sure as hell don’t know!
Let me be your story
I could write a thousand words a day
With the right inspiration
Play me your souls music
Teach me the worlds sounds
Educate me on the ways of being
So I can prosper all the more
Let us surrender to ourselves
We can rejoice in this blessed day that be
We can laugh and cry, perhaps touch the sky
But we can be together whilst we do
Be my daily update
Tell me todays news
Help me piece the puzzle together
Because I sure as hell don’t know!
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024
51 reads
5 Comments
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 5:55am
16th Apr 2024 5:55am
Zombie Lines
These words fade before the ink dries
When intentions to actions fail to materialize
Fabricating inspiration, reputation embodied in an empty phrase
All the ammunition without the impact, handicaps of shame
The right words without the follow through, the low highs of shallow praise
Wasted potentials relegated to make a name
Play the role and write the script
Saint facades of the linguist hypocrite
Thriving on the uninspired
The taste for silence is acquired
Every word is noise that is love without meaning
When character...
When intentions to actions fail to materialize
Fabricating inspiration, reputation embodied in an empty phrase
All the ammunition without the impact, handicaps of shame
The right words without the follow through, the low highs of shallow praise
Wasted potentials relegated to make a name
Play the role and write the script
Saint facades of the linguist hypocrite
Thriving on the uninspired
The taste for silence is acquired
Every word is noise that is love without meaning
When character...
#inspirational
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2024
37 reads
0 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 7:46pm
15th Apr 2024 7:46pm
Experience me for I have become
I was drawn in by the way the words seemed to dance around a page.
Vivid images,
described in such a way as to communicate an experience that can really
only be perceived by the one experiencing it.
Yet there is something inside us,
something that makes us human,
that cries out
"Know me."
"See me."
"Experience what I have experienced."
It is that same desire that pushes us to carve our names into trees, walls, even bathroom stalls.
All we ever want,
as humans,
as...
Vivid images,
described in such a way as to communicate an experience that can really
only be perceived by the one experiencing it.
Yet there is something inside us,
something that makes us human,
that cries out
"Know me."
"See me."
"Experience what I have experienced."
It is that same desire that pushes us to carve our names into trees, walls, even bathroom stalls.
All we ever want,
as humans,
as...
#WritingPoetry
#learning
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
30 reads
1 Comment
ajay
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 7:15pm
15th Apr 2024 7:15pm
One For My Second-Favourite Poet
I wish that I could get the words to dance
like A. E. Stallings makes them dance. Her whip
cracks out and they obey, to spring and skip
their bounding way across the page and prance
like horses in a circus ring, no chance
of any stumbles for their flashing feet.
I watch in admiration as, so neat,
their tricks in perfect time they all perform
as though such ease and grace were but the norm –
and my poor words alas! just can't compete.
📝
like A. E. Stallings makes them dance. Her whip
cracks out and they obey, to spring and skip
their bounding way across the page and prance
like horses in a circus ring, no chance
of any stumbles for their flashing feet.
I watch in admiration as, so neat,
their tricks in perfect time they all perform
as though such ease and grace were but the norm –
and my poor words alas! just can't compete.
📝
#WritingPoetry
46 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 12:50pm
15th Apr 2024 12:50pm
Hymn to Words
In dim lit corners
of whisky-soaked nights
she stood in a stained nightdress
stuffing prayers into wounds
she ran
nimble fingers though matted hair
opened up a throat
allowed grief to splutter out from lungs
that choked on midnight’s breath
she stared—
placed her hand on a weary chest
counted irregular beats
found God in the exhale
amongst limitless space
she came without warning
on a barren winter’s eve
...
of whisky-soaked nights
she stood in a stained nightdress
stuffing prayers into wounds
she ran
nimble fingers though matted hair
opened up a throat
allowed grief to splutter out from lungs
that choked on midnight’s breath
she stared—
placed her hand on a weary chest
counted irregular beats
found God in the exhale
amongst limitless space
she came without warning
on a barren winter’s eve
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#pagan
59 reads
7 Comments
thoughtsdie
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 1:10am
15th Apr 2024 1:10am
Abstract Suicide
Jump off the ledge
Dive into the bleeding sea
Sink in warmth
An unrecognizable gore of art
Dilute and dissolve
Dive into the bleeding sea
Sink in warmth
An unrecognizable gore of art
Dilute and dissolve
#suicide
#WritingPoetry
72 reads
6 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 11:30am
13th Apr 2024 11:30am
Heard
I couldn't speak
I didn't dare
For there was
Tension everywhere
So, instead
I poured all
My pain onto paper
Put my ego
To one side
With each word
Filled with satisfaction
Now that I've been heard
I didn't dare
For there was
Tension everywhere
So, instead
I poured all
My pain onto paper
Put my ego
To one side
With each word
Filled with satisfaction
Now that I've been heard
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
40 reads
12 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 5:24pm
10th Apr 2024 5:24pm
Color Harmony Still Life
In the soft shadow of an artist's studio,
golden evening light bathes
a worn wooden table.
Ripe figs and a pomegranate rest on it,
their vibrant colors contrasting
with the dark background.
In the center of the composition,
a bird with exuberant plumage
attracts the eye.
Its feathers are a mosaic of black,
yellow and red, as if nature itself
had mixed paints in its creation.
The sharp beak rests on the pomegranate
as if about to taste its juicy seeds.
The figs, with their sensual curves,
seem...
golden evening light bathes
a worn wooden table.
Ripe figs and a pomegranate rest on it,
their vibrant colors contrasting
with the dark background.
In the center of the composition,
a bird with exuberant plumage
attracts the eye.
Its feathers are a mosaic of black,
yellow and red, as if nature itself
had mixed paints in its creation.
The sharp beak rests on the pomegranate
as if about to taste its juicy seeds.
The figs, with their sensual curves,
seem...
#birds
#nature
#WritingPoetry #art
#WritingPoetry #art
47 reads
8 Comments
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