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
29th Dec 2024 8:50pm
29th Dec 2024 8:50pm
70's porn movies
When the imbeciles disembark
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
79 reads
9 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 1:58pm
29th Dec 2024 1:58pm
Beneath Heavens eYe ...
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Beneath the stars, the ancient whispers play,
A tune that speaks of time we cannot hold,
They guide the wandering souls who’ve lost their way.
The rivers carve their path through rock and clay,
Each ripple tells a story, young or old,
Beneath the stars, the ancient whispers play.
The trees stand watch, their roots in deep array,
While silent leaves recall the truths they told,
They guide the wandering souls who’ve lost their way.
The cosmos watches observing the world...
Beneath the stars, the ancient whispers play,
A tune that speaks of time we cannot hold,
They guide the wandering souls who’ve lost their way.
The rivers carve their path through rock and clay,
Each ripple tells a story, young or old,
Beneath the stars, the ancient whispers play.
The trees stand watch, their roots in deep array,
While silent leaves recall the truths they told,
They guide the wandering souls who’ve lost their way.
The cosmos watches observing the world...
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
61 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 8:16pm
26th Dec 2024 8:16pm
This is me
I'm not interested in being understood. I'm interested in being felt.
#minimalist
#philosophical
#SelfReflection #WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection #WritingPoetry
104 reads
18 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 8:12pm
26th Dec 2024 8:12pm
What I see
My art is a reflection of society's sickness. I cut into the wounds and expose the rot.
#minimalist
#SelfReflection
#WritingPoetry #philosophical
#WritingPoetry #philosophical
79 reads
16 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 2:27pm
26th Dec 2024 2:27pm
prison
drunk on words, you threw yourself
into the hourly burly of
the great prison where thoughts are chained
by words and made to glow for their captors
they galvanise the self
that abstract thing
and make it almost real
for fleeting addictive moments
into the hourly burly of
the great prison where thoughts are chained
by words and made to glow for their captors
they galvanise the self
that abstract thing
and make it almost real
for fleeting addictive moments
#art
#identity
#SelfReflection #WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection #WritingPoetry
89 reads
3 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 8:53am
24th Dec 2024 8:53am
A Path To Walk
A path to walk, would that be fate?
that fear of dark, would I abate?
souls of profound bonds seldom found
barren hearts wouldn't tread that ground
quiet calls to trace in timeless rate.
Would inner rhythm dictate
heart abode or be it blind date?
or just to a world be spellbound?
A path to walk
To each step there should be a date
for every choice time wouldn't wait
roamers seek not the Self imbound
on divine journeys, souls unbound
feed heart and open wide mind's gate
A path to walk.
that fear of dark, would I abate?
souls of profound bonds seldom found
barren hearts wouldn't tread that ground
quiet calls to trace in timeless rate.
Would inner rhythm dictate
heart abode or be it blind date?
or just to a world be spellbound?
A path to walk
To each step there should be a date
for every choice time wouldn't wait
roamers seek not the Self imbound
on divine journeys, souls unbound
feed heart and open wide mind's gate
A path to walk.
#metaphor
#MyInspiration
#spiritual
#symbolism
#WritingPoetry
66 reads
6 Comments
Pete_25
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 8:26am
22nd Dec 2024 8:26am
One More Rhyme
One more rhyme before I go
Toss a dime, watch me show
Line after line, beats on time
Word after word, so sublime
One for the road, I portray
Lock n' load, fly, convey
I see that look, on your face
Holy fuck! Watch this space
Never forget, my ink spills true
The verse has set... This one's for you
Toss a dime, watch me show
Line after line, beats on time
Word after word, so sublime
One for the road, I portray
Lock n' load, fly, convey
I see that look, on your face
Holy fuck! Watch this space
Never forget, my ink spills true
The verse has set... This one's for you
#WritingPoetry
92 reads
15 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 9:57pm
21st Dec 2024 9:57pm
Rondo
Beauty is not a word!
Beauty is many words...
Poeming together.
(Beleza não é uma palavra
Beleza é muitas palavras
Poemando juntas.)
Beauty and words are
Our day-to-day bread.
Words given to mouth
As if you are simply hungry!
(Beleza e palavras são
Os nossos pães de cada dia.
Palavras dadas à boca
Como quem tem muita fome!)
Beauty is many words...
Poeming together.
(Beleza não é uma palavra
Beleza é muitas palavras
Poemando juntas.)
Beauty and words are
Our day-to-day bread.
Words given to mouth
As if you are simply hungry!
(Beleza e palavras são
Os nossos pães de cada dia.
Palavras dadas à boca
Como quem tem muita fome!)
#beauty
#kindness
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry
112 reads
16 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 10:22am
21st Dec 2024 10:22am
Besma
Besma, rhyme old poetess
The word for her a charming princess
Poetry is her valiant knight
A guiding Muse who pops at night
So obsessive she is about spelling
With a genuine flair for creative writing
Her forte is the soulful human touch
So elated when praised as such
Watching romance and action films her leisure
Reading and listening to music for her a pleasure
Horror movies make her heart sink
For sci-fi stories she has no flowing ink
To serve and enlighten, her wish and dream
With Love, peace and joy Humanity will...
The word for her a charming princess
Poetry is her valiant knight
A guiding Muse who pops at night
So obsessive she is about spelling
With a genuine flair for creative writing
Her forte is the soulful human touch
So elated when praised as such
Watching romance and action films her leisure
Reading and listening to music for her a pleasure
Horror movies make her heart sink
For sci-fi stories she has no flowing ink
To serve and enlighten, her wish and dream
With Love, peace and joy Humanity will...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
92 reads
10 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 8:40pm
20th Dec 2024 8:40pm
~ethereal :: shadoe
viz : shadoe
#admiration
#inspirational
#love
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
107 reads
5 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 12:02pm
20th Dec 2024 12:02pm
~just you.. that is never ever enough.. :: jestalessa
viz: jes
#admiration
#gratitude
#inspirational
#love
#WritingPoetry
126 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:46am
20th Dec 2024 11:46am
About Her for Her and with Her
Her is her, in the quiet hours of dawn.
A whisper in the stillness, a breath of the morning air.
Her presence is a thread in the tapestry of time
weaving patterns of herself and fragments of others.
In the mirror, Her sees reflections,
not just one own, but countless faces.
Each gaze a story, each smile a secret,
Her identity shifts, dances, in the fluidity of moments.
Her walks the path of many,
one's steps echoing in the lives of others,
adopting roles, shedding skins, becoming more than one.
Yet in Her heart, there...
A whisper in the stillness, a breath of the morning air.
Her presence is a thread in the tapestry of time
weaving patterns of herself and fragments of others.
In the mirror, Her sees reflections,
not just one own, but countless faces.
Each gaze a story, each smile a secret,
Her identity shifts, dances, in the fluidity of moments.
Her walks the path of many,
one's steps echoing in the lives of others,
adopting roles, shedding skins, becoming more than one.
Yet in Her heart, there...
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
106 reads
14 Comments
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