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.
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A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds –
soaring whispers, screeching undulations
that paint and swim through cotton candy sunsets;
a single sparrow flitting through a hot afternoon,
spreading song and smile thick like jam.
It should be the smell of honeysuckle
in the sticky July dusk,
the perfume collecting in your nostrils
while you pinch pistils and stamens
to suck the nectar droplets into your warm mouth.
It should be truth, but it might
be a lie; an empty doorway waiting;
the spark of life; a...
As the flight of birds –
soaring whispers, screeching undulations
that paint and swim through cotton candy sunsets;
a single sparrow flitting through a hot afternoon,
spreading song and smile thick like jam.
It should be the smell of honeysuckle
in the sticky July dusk,
the perfume collecting in your nostrils
while you pinch pistils and stamens
to suck the nectar droplets into your warm mouth.
It should be truth, but it might
be a lie; an empty doorway waiting;
the spark of life; a...
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Drifting
Absolute unbroken stillness,
bound forever dreaming.
Caught off guard.
Dimming my light.
Electricity still crackles.
Faintly, but it flickers.
Gravity has let go.
Helix-type drifting.
Intervals of lightyears
journeyed in seconds.
Kinetic energy halts.
Lingering in stardust.
Motionless but alive.
Nebula shields me.
Obscurity brings peace.
Panic momentarily subsides.
Questions get answers.
Renewing my soul.
Starlight invites calm.
Time reveals treasures,
unfolding itself infinitely.
Vision...
bound forever dreaming.
Caught off guard.
Dimming my light.
Electricity still crackles.
Faintly, but it flickers.
Gravity has let go.
Helix-type drifting.
Intervals of lightyears
journeyed in seconds.
Kinetic energy halts.
Lingering in stardust.
Motionless but alive.
Nebula shields me.
Obscurity brings peace.
Panic momentarily subsides.
Questions get answers.
Renewing my soul.
Starlight invites calm.
Time reveals treasures,
unfolding itself infinitely.
Vision...
#acrostic
#SelfDiscovery
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poetry-that's me
i let my thoughts and feelings
take the flow,
leading me to my inner sanctum
resting within my soul;
like a compass they direct me
to reach the hidden caverns
of my being,
veiled with cobwebs of worldly distractions
and temptations,
to explore my true self -
a shadow that i have always ignored.
digging up myself
i find a kaleidoscope
of my individuality;
never known so many shades
of me-
colourful and dreamy;
but grayish too
with a tinge of insanity.
as i make my...
take the flow,
leading me to my inner sanctum
resting within my soul;
like a compass they direct me
to reach the hidden caverns
of my being,
veiled with cobwebs of worldly distractions
and temptations,
to explore my true self -
a shadow that i have always ignored.
digging up myself
i find a kaleidoscope
of my individuality;
never known so many shades
of me-
colourful and dreamy;
but grayish too
with a tinge of insanity.
as i make my...
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ekphrasis on ecce homo
He stands half-naked and unblemished now
dusplayed by Pilate to a hostile crowd
and yet within the hour to come
he’ll bear his weighty stripes
and blood will stain in rising welts his skin.
And seeing this
are we then made
to think upon his innocence
and how he suffered willingly
the brunt of all his nation’s sins?
dusplayed by Pilate to a hostile crowd
and yet within the hour to come
he’ll bear his weighty stripes
and blood will stain in rising welts his skin.
And seeing this
are we then made
to think upon his innocence
and how he suffered willingly
the brunt of all his nation’s sins?
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expelled
dwindling in the nether region
a realm of hell in which I burn in
hoping to rise
I call out give me voice
In raptured silence do plead
My need is great
sickened hope my grievous error
a platform to jump from
sending my words careening
at light speed through the word jungle
Confusing thoughts assault me
Just shut up and let it be
mimed and mimicked despair
Even the angels heckle my sorrow
jesting for the hell of it
laying odds I won't make the cut
inside my hellish world
is the anxiety...
a realm of hell in which I burn in
hoping to rise
I call out give me voice
In raptured silence do plead
My need is great
sickened hope my grievous error
a platform to jump from
sending my words careening
at light speed through the word jungle
Confusing thoughts assault me
Just shut up and let it be
mimed and mimicked despair
Even the angels heckle my sorrow
jesting for the hell of it
laying odds I won't make the cut
inside my hellish world
is the anxiety...
#anxiety
#dark
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The Thick of It
Half-way through
In the thick of it
My minds races with energy and endless possibilities
I don’t want it to end
But all good things eventually…
I lost a full night of sleep
Thinking the worst
Preparing for the expected and inevitable
But it’s not the time yet
I don’t want it to end
My heart stops for a while
Pondering carefully
Knowing deep down inside it’s going to be alright
We’re in the thick of it
But it’s not time yet
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In the thick of it
My minds races with energy and endless possibilities
I don’t want it to end
But all good things eventually…
I lost a full night of sleep
Thinking the worst
Preparing for the expected and inevitable
But it’s not the time yet
I don’t want it to end
My heart stops for a while
Pondering carefully
Knowing deep down inside it’s going to be alright
We’re in the thick of it
But it’s not time yet
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#anxiety
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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you couldn’t give ‘em away ..
filling notebooks with my poems
only previously written online
poems
I thought I might decide to keep
if the british library doesn’t
want them -
and I told them they were cheap ..
but that’s fine
only previously written online
poems
I thought I might decide to keep
if the british library doesn’t
want them -
and I told them they were cheap ..
but that’s fine
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A poem in bed
The sheets fold like paper,
soft against skin, heavy with dreams.
A book rests in open palms,
its spine breathing in the hush of midnight.
Words spill like ink across the quiet,
syllables curling into candlelight,
each line a bridge between waking
and the endless drift into thought.
The best poem waits in whispers,
threading itself through fingertips,
drawing the mind deeper
into the lull of imagined echoes.
The letters pulse, alive in their rhythm,
the room shrinking to...
soft against skin, heavy with dreams.
A book rests in open palms,
its spine breathing in the hush of midnight.
Words spill like ink across the quiet,
syllables curling into candlelight,
each line a bridge between waking
and the endless drift into thought.
The best poem waits in whispers,
threading itself through fingertips,
drawing the mind deeper
into the lull of imagined echoes.
The letters pulse, alive in their rhythm,
the room shrinking to...
#confessional
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#myself
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light years
entertaining the thoughts that surface
my mind watches them emerge like starbursts
illuminating me with ideas
brightening my day as the sun rises
not to outshine her but to shine with
little epiphanies of feeling blend with them
My muse is fickle, however
will take note if I don't listen
she whispers to another poet
so I release the words out into the world
and watch them soar
out and up
and then the slow hum as listening minds respond
perhaps inspired writing something magical
a...
my mind watches them emerge like starbursts
illuminating me with ideas
brightening my day as the sun rises
not to outshine her but to shine with
little epiphanies of feeling blend with them
My muse is fickle, however
will take note if I don't listen
she whispers to another poet
so I release the words out into the world
and watch them soar
out and up
and then the slow hum as listening minds respond
perhaps inspired writing something magical
a...
#stars
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The Great Big Canvas
When the grand fire in the sky goes to sleep
In the darkness comes a different kind of light
It watches us closer with that pale mystic hue
That glows softly and feels cooler in the night
But behind it there are others that seem further away
Twinkling like faint sparkles amidst ocean waves
They must be the gods who come to visit us in dreams
Those figures we must capture and illustrate in caves
Those distant lonely lights seem to send us a message
Telling tales and stories we have yet to understand
As we ponder and wonder about...
In the darkness comes a different kind of light
It watches us closer with that pale mystic hue
That glows softly and feels cooler in the night
But behind it there are others that seem further away
Twinkling like faint sparkles amidst ocean waves
They must be the gods who come to visit us in dreams
Those figures we must capture and illustrate in caves
Those distant lonely lights seem to send us a message
Telling tales and stories we have yet to understand
As we ponder and wonder about...
#inspirational
#stars
#universe
#uplifting
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The Ribbons and Her Darkness
Tranquility arrives around sunset
As a journey of some seventeen thousand days winds down
Reflection at this point is so poignant
That messages written in those stars above become clearer
Must be the nostalgia of it all
Time becomes precious and valued with each passing minute
Verses feel more empowered
When poets instinctively begin to compose their magnum opus
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As a journey of some seventeen thousand days winds down
Reflection at this point is so poignant
That messages written in those stars above become clearer
Must be the nostalgia of it all
Time becomes precious and valued with each passing minute
Verses feel more empowered
When poets instinctively begin to compose their magnum opus
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59 Total
#acceptance
#death
#peace
#universe
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When pen meets paper
Pen's romance with Paper
is an art in itself:
skating on the ice clad sheet
with a slender, smooth physique;
he twirls, whirls
strikes and curls,
glides ,slides
in curves and loops,
skimming across her
in passionate hoops;
waltzing away to their hearts' tunes
he carves beautiful calligraphy
prettier than rings of Saturn
or Jupiter's moons;
the sheet moans in sweet surrender
as the lover scribes poetry
on her skin so tender.
words most luscious
being written all over her; ...
is an art in itself:
skating on the ice clad sheet
with a slender, smooth physique;
he twirls, whirls
strikes and curls,
glides ,slides
in curves and loops,
skimming across her
in passionate hoops;
waltzing away to their hearts' tunes
he carves beautiful calligraphy
prettier than rings of Saturn
or Jupiter's moons;
the sheet moans in sweet surrender
as the lover scribes poetry
on her skin so tender.
words most luscious
being written all over her; ...
#WritingPoetry
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DU Poetry : Poems About Writing Poetry Seeking Honest Critique