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.
PAR
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:14pm
Yesterday 3:14pm
Pun blossom
In the garden of words
I plant a pun or two
Cultivating humor
with a laugh that's overdue.
I carrot all about you
you make my heart beet
lettuce turnip the fun
don't squash the upbeat.
You’re a-maize-ing.
A real fungi to be with.
Mushroom for love
in our punny myth.
You're the apple of my pie,
the cherry on top.
Together we’re grapeful,
we’re the cream of the crop.
Even when I feel
melon-choly and blue,
I know I've got a friend
who's truly grape and true.
I plant a pun or two
Cultivating humor
with a laugh that's overdue.
I carrot all about you
you make my heart beet
lettuce turnip the fun
don't squash the upbeat.
You’re a-maize-ing.
A real fungi to be with.
Mushroom for love
in our punny myth.
You're the apple of my pie,
the cherry on top.
Together we’re grapeful,
we’re the cream of the crop.
Even when I feel
melon-choly and blue,
I know I've got a friend
who's truly grape and true.
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
23 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:30pm
Yesterday 1:30pm
Others' poetry
Isn't it exhilarating
how someone's poetry
can ignite a fire within us?
When their words resonate
so deeply, it's like they unlock
hidden chambers in our own hearts,
revealing emotions and thoughts
we hadn't fully realized were there.
Crafting your own verses
becomes more than just writing
it's a dialogue between your soul and theirs,
a harmonious exchange
across the canvas of creativity.
I've always found
that immersing myself
in powerful poetry
not only inspires me
but...
how someone's poetry
can ignite a fire within us?
When their words resonate
so deeply, it's like they unlock
hidden chambers in our own hearts,
revealing emotions and thoughts
we hadn't fully realized were there.
Crafting your own verses
becomes more than just writing
it's a dialogue between your soul and theirs,
a harmonious exchange
across the canvas of creativity.
I've always found
that immersing myself
in powerful poetry
not only inspires me
but...
#confessional
#emotions
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#WritingPoetry
28 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:57pm
24th Jan 2025 2:57pm
No Verbal Tense
In the twilight of day, where shadows stretch long,
you find yourself pondering, life's complex song.
The moon, a cheese wheel, rolls across the sky,
stars sprinkle the heavens, a cosmic pie.
Your thoughts wander, a kite in a hurricane,
pulled by the winds of whimsy and pain.
Cats sleep, their purrs a melody sweet,
dreams of catnip and mice at their feet.
You sip on your tea, a brew of contemplation,
steeping in moments of pure fascination.
Each sip a journey, a boat on life's river,
navigating currents that make your...
you find yourself pondering, life's complex song.
The moon, a cheese wheel, rolls across the sky,
stars sprinkle the heavens, a cosmic pie.
Your thoughts wander, a kite in a hurricane,
pulled by the winds of whimsy and pain.
Cats sleep, their purrs a melody sweet,
dreams of catnip and mice at their feet.
You sip on your tea, a brew of contemplation,
steeping in moments of pure fascination.
Each sip a journey, a boat on life's river,
navigating currents that make your...
#cats
#earth
#humankind
#universe
#WritingPoetry
49 reads
8 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:25pm
22nd Jan 2025 7:25pm
Puppies
I laugh when they call me intense,
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#WritingPoetry
61 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 1:15am
20th Jan 2025 1:15am
notes
I write notes on everything
but she draws the line when it comes
to the sofa
I said I knew that was you
but she draws the line when it comes
to the sofa
I said I knew that was you
#WritingPoetry
51 reads
3 Comments
Wordsmith
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 7:17pm
19th Jan 2025 7:17pm
Wordsmith
I am the architect of words; a verbal alchemist
Weaving rhymes so seamless; they transcend the mist.
Each syllable I sculpt; a diamond refined
A tapestry of thoughts; the rarest you'll find.
I'm the new age sage; a Shakespeare upgrade
A timeless cascade where brilliance is displayed
A wordsmith supreme; with verses tailor-made
Crafting lines so sharp; they never will fade
I breathe life to letters; make the mundane explode
A master of the metaphor; I decode and reload
Each stanza’s a canvas; each rhyme’s a parade
I'm the...
Weaving rhymes so seamless; they transcend the mist.
Each syllable I sculpt; a diamond refined
A tapestry of thoughts; the rarest you'll find.
I'm the new age sage; a Shakespeare upgrade
A timeless cascade where brilliance is displayed
A wordsmith supreme; with verses tailor-made
Crafting lines so sharp; they never will fade
I breathe life to letters; make the mundane explode
A master of the metaphor; I decode and reload
Each stanza’s a canvas; each rhyme’s a parade
I'm the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
44 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 9:20pm
18th Jan 2025 9:20pm
Stretches across borderlines
How did we get here in this moment in time when the good shall verses the evil forces, that are hell bent willing to destroy this country, over power and corruption something that has no weight when it's about human life. BUT yet it will leave behind, trails of blood stains that stretches, for miles across our borderlines. But instead we are going through some rough times. 😭 THAT by the grace of God Almighty a blessing is on the horizon, that will bring the world. 🌎 Back from the belly of the war hogs setting the stages for world war 3 😠 But instead it comes as a...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#PowerOfWords
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
38 reads
0 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 8:23pm
18th Jan 2025 8:23pm
The Infamous White Rabbit
There you are, my white rabbit,
Told not to follow,
yet here I am, defiant.
The playboy in Psycho Bunny
threads, With Bad Bunny’s beats
spinning in my head. I circle,
dizzy in this whirlpool of bunnies,
Chasing you through shifting
realities, My thoughts rattle
like spray cans—
Echoes of a world not fully
understood.
Sit with me in silence,
watch Bugs and his crew,
Looney Tunes flicker in the periphery,
As I shift, a half-dreaming
power source, My heart still hums,
though not in...
Told not to follow,
yet here I am, defiant.
The playboy in Psycho Bunny
threads, With Bad Bunny’s beats
spinning in my head. I circle,
dizzy in this whirlpool of bunnies,
Chasing you through shifting
realities, My thoughts rattle
like spray cans—
Echoes of a world not fully
understood.
Sit with me in silence,
watch Bugs and his crew,
Looney Tunes flicker in the periphery,
As I shift, a half-dreaming
power source, My heart still hums,
though not in...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#scifi
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
60 reads
0 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 3:16pm
15th Jan 2025 3:16pm
Fake Ass
What if we swapped that tiny
dancer in the music box,
For a stripper on a pole,
In the heat of intoxicated thoughts?
Drunk and jealousy, trust me,
don't mix,
Friction ignites where emotions twist.
Was it a fight over a customer’s gaze,
Or did beauty alone set
the stage ablaze?
I wasn't in her mind, so I couldn't know,
The tension that simmered,
ready to blow.
One stood on the side stage,
the other with a client,
Corona's in hand, the day shift riot, ...
dancer in the music box,
For a stripper on a pole,
In the heat of intoxicated thoughts?
Drunk and jealousy, trust me,
don't mix,
Friction ignites where emotions twist.
Was it a fight over a customer’s gaze,
Or did beauty alone set
the stage ablaze?
I wasn't in her mind, so I couldn't know,
The tension that simmered,
ready to blow.
One stood on the side stage,
the other with a client,
Corona's in hand, the day shift riot, ...
#anger
#conflict
#hate
#violence
#WritingPoetry
66 reads
0 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 10:10am
15th Jan 2025 10:10am
Unattainable
Meeting passion founts, elation unattainable
Loving beyond reach, possession unattainable.
Carved pains from which to heal, an abiding endeavour
As mind pleasure, satisfaction unattainable.
Passion and reason in soul, harmony far to reach
Refining a soul, perfection unattainable.
Boundless words poetry, a wonder to uncover
Soaring fancy, destination unattainable.
Beauty, insight of the mind, rainbows of perception
Like truth core, the heart distinction unattainable.
Love, ever Life in motion, the soul rebirth and...
Loving beyond reach, possession unattainable.
Carved pains from which to heal, an abiding endeavour
As mind pleasure, satisfaction unattainable.
Passion and reason in soul, harmony far to reach
Refining a soul, perfection unattainable.
Boundless words poetry, a wonder to uncover
Soaring fancy, destination unattainable.
Beauty, insight of the mind, rainbows of perception
Like truth core, the heart distinction unattainable.
Love, ever Life in motion, the soul rebirth and...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
58 reads
8 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 2:56pm
14th Jan 2025 2:56pm
The Mask
Who was the catalyst that catapulted me
into my chosen art?
I’ve always loved the macabre,
so, show me what you wouldn’t dare reveal to your friends,
speak words you wouldn’t whisper in church.
I want the ghastly,
show me your devil face.
I am not all good, nor am I all evil,
bringing lunch for both my demons and angels,
finding ways for my inner turmoil to exist.
If the Cheshire cat can tell Alice
he doesn’t love her, then so can you.
It’s Poe, it’s Goya,
brains splattered like Hemingway. ...
into my chosen art?
I’ve always loved the macabre,
so, show me what you wouldn’t dare reveal to your friends,
speak words you wouldn’t whisper in church.
I want the ghastly,
show me your devil face.
I am not all good, nor am I all evil,
bringing lunch for both my demons and angels,
finding ways for my inner turmoil to exist.
If the Cheshire cat can tell Alice
he doesn’t love her, then so can you.
It’s Poe, it’s Goya,
brains splattered like Hemingway. ...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#love
#WritingPoetry
81 reads
3 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 9:24pm
13th Jan 2025 9:24pm
Serpent Coil
Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
A dagger gleams before my eye,
The serpent coils beneath the flower's care.
The witches chant their eldritch prayer,
The cauldron bubbles, vapors rise
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
"Out, brief candle!" Life laid bare,
A shadow struts, its hour nigh,
The serpent coils beneath the flower's care.
The stars retreat, their fires rare,
Desires burn where secrets lie
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
In thunder, lightning, poisoned air,
Ambition bids the...
A dagger gleams before my eye,
The serpent coils beneath the flower's care.
The witches chant their eldritch prayer,
The cauldron bubbles, vapors rise
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
"Out, brief candle!" Life laid bare,
A shadow struts, its hour nigh,
The serpent coils beneath the flower's care.
The stars retreat, their fires rare,
Desires burn where secrets lie
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
In thunder, lightning, poisoned air,
Ambition bids the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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1 Comment
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