Poems About Writing Poetry Seeking Honest Critique
#WritingPoetry
Poems about writing poetry seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Today 1:00am
Today 1:00am
but seriously
being silly is as important
as being
seriously
can you imagine being serious
all the time
trying hard not to laugh
as being
seriously
can you imagine being serious
all the time
trying hard not to laugh
#WritingPoetry
30 reads
2 Comments
SweetBobbyBlu
Easin On In
Easin On In
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:27pm
Yesterday 5:27pm
Scribblings
Sudden thought, had to swallow,
had another, couldn’t follow.
Wrote them thoughts to just begin.
Then I wrote my thoughts again.
Put them thoughts away one day.
Soon I got them out to play.
Couldn’t read them words at all.
Wrote in crayon, way too small.
Wasn’t English, I don’t know.
Maybe watered help em grow.
I still think from time to time.
My brain might help me make a rhyme!
Be nice to earn a buck or two,
so I can buy that second shoe.
had another, couldn’t follow.
Wrote them thoughts to just begin.
Then I wrote my thoughts again.
Put them thoughts away one day.
Soon I got them out to play.
Couldn’t read them words at all.
Wrote in crayon, way too small.
Wasn’t English, I don’t know.
Maybe watered help em grow.
I still think from time to time.
My brain might help me make a rhyme!
Be nice to earn a buck or two,
so I can buy that second shoe.
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
18 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 9:36pm
3rd Mar 2025 9:36pm
Eerie was a Friend of Mine -- R.I.P.
I don't know how to process her passing
We met years ago on DUP
It is a friendship to remember
If you knew Eerie you knew who she was
Tough, Vulnerable, Funny, Sarcastic come to mind
Kind, loving, intense, pretty and sexy are in there too
Make no mistake with Eerie
If she had a beef, she let you know without fanfare
No stranger to physical and medical problems
She did not complain
I had and still have the utmost respect for Eerie
I'd like to be more eloquent but...
We met years ago on DUP
It is a friendship to remember
If you knew Eerie you knew who she was
Tough, Vulnerable, Funny, Sarcastic come to mind
Kind, loving, intense, pretty and sexy are in there too
Make no mistake with Eerie
If she had a beef, she let you know without fanfare
No stranger to physical and medical problems
She did not complain
I had and still have the utmost respect for Eerie
I'd like to be more eloquent but...
#death
#friendship
#love
#sadness
#WritingPoetry
112 reads
27 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 3:52pm
26th Feb 2025 3:52pm
Bird Nesting Poetry
In the heart of dawn, poets awaken.
Like mother birds in nests forsaken.
Words like worms tenderly taken
to feed their young, love unshaken.
Quills dipped in dew, they glide and soar
over landscapes of dreams, forevermore.
Each verse a morsel as hearts implore,
Nurturing souls by stories they store.
Under the vast canopy of sky...
Poets sing lullabies, every nigh,
to fledgling thoughts, dreams amplify.
Wings of words lift high.
With beaks of ink they gently share
wisdom and warmth beyond compare. ...
Like mother birds in nests forsaken.
Words like worms tenderly taken
to feed their young, love unshaken.
Quills dipped in dew, they glide and soar
over landscapes of dreams, forevermore.
Each verse a morsel as hearts implore,
Nurturing souls by stories they store.
Under the vast canopy of sky...
Poets sing lullabies, every nigh,
to fledgling thoughts, dreams amplify.
Wings of words lift high.
With beaks of ink they gently share
wisdom and warmth beyond compare. ...
#birds
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
75 reads
7 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 2:49pm
24th Feb 2025 2:49pm
Seasons Change, Do We ?
The mourning doves appeared today
I love their sound
It's a sign of Spring
Haunting
But
With hope ...
I love their sound
It's a sign of Spring
Haunting
But
With hope ...
#flowers
#hope
#spring #WritingPoetry
#spring #WritingPoetry
132 reads
22 Comments
god_of_Confusion
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 3:26am
20th Feb 2025 3:26am
Drug of infatuation
The universe in your smile
mysterious rays unleashed in your eyes,
elegant in style and quick to surprise
my soul weeps in your presence..
A view so divine designed with cosmic care.
a spell cast onto me.. this feeling I cant share..
Seduced by this sorcerer and his essence
how he makes me feel nothing can compare.
Im allured and secured
snug and strung out
on the drug of infatuation..
mysterious rays unleashed in your eyes,
elegant in style and quick to surprise
my soul weeps in your presence..
A view so divine designed with cosmic care.
a spell cast onto me.. this feeling I cant share..
Seduced by this sorcerer and his essence
how he makes me feel nothing can compare.
Im allured and secured
snug and strung out
on the drug of infatuation..
#boyfriend
#love
#WritingPoetry
92 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 10:55am
19th Feb 2025 10:55am
Happy 1000 Days
A thousand days have passed in fleeting grace.
Since first we met our pens began to dance.
In verses shared we found a common place
where words and rhymes in harmony enhance.
Unnoticed flew the days, in laughter, tears.
Through sonnets, odes, and haikus we did weave
our hearts entwined in stanzas, free of fears.
In poetry we found what we believe.
Each meeting brought a spark, a word, a phrase.
A world where dreams and passions intertwined.
In every line we traced the sun's bright rays.
We found the echoes of our kindred...
Since first we met our pens began to dance.
In verses shared we found a common place
where words and rhymes in harmony enhance.
Unnoticed flew the days, in laughter, tears.
Through sonnets, odes, and haikus we did weave
our hearts entwined in stanzas, free of fears.
In poetry we found what we believe.
Each meeting brought a spark, a word, a phrase.
A world where dreams and passions intertwined.
In every line we traced the sun's bright rays.
We found the echoes of our kindred...
#confessional
#happiness
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
#WritingPoetry
82 reads
9 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
Path
I want to capture your beauty,
Not as an artist, but as a poet.
Let the love songs be sung by others,
Let me speak to your soul in words
seldom used.
I break out the violin bow,
For your heartstrings scream to be played.
God, I see you,
Pushing me toward Him,
Even as I try to turn and run.
You’re the moon,
And I’m the ocean,
Trying to avoid your gravitational pull.
You affect my tides,
Twice a week,
Yet I dream of you,
And still, I turn from the path...
Not as an artist, but as a poet.
Let the love songs be sung by others,
Let me speak to your soul in words
seldom used.
I break out the violin bow,
For your heartstrings scream to be played.
God, I see you,
Pushing me toward Him,
Even as I try to turn and run.
You’re the moon,
And I’m the ocean,
Trying to avoid your gravitational pull.
You affect my tides,
Twice a week,
Yet I dream of you,
And still, I turn from the path...
#LifeAsAWriter
#patience
#relationships
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
102 reads
6 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
A World in Chains
How do you uncage a mind—
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
#art
#scary
#WritingPoetry
57 reads
4 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 4:27pm
16th Feb 2025 4:27pm
Harry
I'm high on everything, the touch of a stranger,
The music plays as I ponder my next move,
Days blur into nights, like a fleeting danger,
He's Jewish, so Christmas he doesn't do.
Each night a light show, the rhythm never stops,
A tax lawyer with an endless supply,
I watch, entranced, as his carelessness drops,
A man who’d rather soar than ask why.
How can he outdo me, with no sleep for days?
His pupils wide, driving fast, unafraid,
I feel the rush as insanity sways,
A dance with madness, no price to be...
The music plays as I ponder my next move,
Days blur into nights, like a fleeting danger,
He's Jewish, so Christmas he doesn't do.
Each night a light show, the rhythm never stops,
A tax lawyer with an endless supply,
I watch, entranced, as his carelessness drops,
A man who’d rather soar than ask why.
How can he outdo me, with no sleep for days?
His pupils wide, driving fast, unafraid,
I feel the rush as insanity sways,
A dance with madness, no price to be...
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 12:47pm
15th Feb 2025 12:47pm
The Crow and the Raven
Silence dusk hums, echoing light,
Blackened roots drink falling stars.
Sifting Hollow winds carve breathless verses,
Drifting feathers trace lost names.
Trust unspools in silver spirals,
Dusk and dawn in fibres unseen.
Unseen, fibres in dawn and dusk,
Spirals silver in unspools trust
Names lost trace feathers drifting,
Verses breathless carve winds hollow sifting.
Stars falling drink roots blackened,
Light echoing hums, silence.
Verses return where whispers lie silent,
Time bends beneath the breath of...
Blackened roots drink falling stars.
Sifting Hollow winds carve breathless verses,
Drifting feathers trace lost names.
Trust unspools in silver spirals,
Dusk and dawn in fibres unseen.
Unseen, fibres in dawn and dusk,
Spirals silver in unspools trust
Names lost trace feathers drifting,
Verses breathless carve winds hollow sifting.
Stars falling drink roots blackened,
Light echoing hums, silence.
Verses return where whispers lie silent,
Time bends beneath the breath of...
#unicorns
#WritingPoetry
57 reads
3 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 5:04am
15th Feb 2025 5:04am
No Plan
I won't ask for a plan,
Who I am, or who I'll be,
For tomorrow is a shadow,
A dream not yet to see.
I've glimpsed a few futures,
But they slipped through my grip,
Like wood drifting down a stream,
Carried by unseen hands.
If you're not careful, boy,
I might become a logjam,
Caught in your river forever,
Tangled in your thoughts.
So stand still with me and admire
The random art on the walls
Of casino halls,
Where time is both fleeting and small. ...
Who I am, or who I'll be,
For tomorrow is a shadow,
A dream not yet to see.
I've glimpsed a few futures,
But they slipped through my grip,
Like wood drifting down a stream,
Carried by unseen hands.
If you're not careful, boy,
I might become a logjam,
Caught in your river forever,
Tangled in your thoughts.
So stand still with me and admire
The random art on the walls
Of casino halls,
Where time is both fleeting and small. ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
#universe
#WritingPoetry
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