Least Read Poems About Writing Poetry
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The effect of a Gentle Stroke- Taste of Wine
I sat still with the idea to listen
To what life has to bring
while the voice within spoke
About those things
that last like
a stroke
The tenderness within evoked
A fountain of limitless interaction
The inclination of those verbal encounter
Of him and her, intellectual cords,
In oblivious and senseless contractions
bore rumors; the intentions.
Transformed the character into acts of constellation
Engraved scenes written on heaven’s blanket,
The sound of climax and fragrance of Angel’s cloth,
The eyes of...
To what life has to bring
while the voice within spoke
About those things
that last like
a stroke
The tenderness within evoked
A fountain of limitless interaction
The inclination of those verbal encounter
Of him and her, intellectual cords,
In oblivious and senseless contractions
bore rumors; the intentions.
Transformed the character into acts of constellation
Engraved scenes written on heaven’s blanket,
The sound of climax and fragrance of Angel’s cloth,
The eyes of...
#secrets
#summer
#WritingPoetry #passion
#WritingPoetry #passion
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Me & My Mirror Is Me
I get the sensation of a life time intimate
And intrinsic observation of my appearance,
As I lay down my vision unto papers,
Drawing paths of dreams I once dreamed,
Catching leaves falling off from trees,
And birds singing in choir as the sun burn my eyes and skin
As I tempt to reach my gaze to where I can see the waves of branches,
When breezes pierce through trunks build and held strong by centuries,
As I breath scent of the living arising amid the sky and bring green to the eyes of bees
And flowers blooming as their nature has...
And intrinsic observation of my appearance,
As I lay down my vision unto papers,
Drawing paths of dreams I once dreamed,
Catching leaves falling off from trees,
And birds singing in choir as the sun burn my eyes and skin
As I tempt to reach my gaze to where I can see the waves of branches,
When breezes pierce through trunks build and held strong by centuries,
As I breath scent of the living arising amid the sky and bring green to the eyes of bees
And flowers blooming as their nature has...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Poetry: Mystical Delineation
(a tricube poem)
Heavenly formation encrypted,
Whisper artistic impressions,
Vivid canvas depicted,
Scribble gesture aimed,
Daydreams; enthralled visuals,
Similes; eccentric pulsations,
Implications amid sessions,
Creator’s geniality composition,
Elegiac flair’s celebration.
Heavenly formation encrypted,
Whisper artistic impressions,
Vivid canvas depicted,
Scribble gesture aimed,
Daydreams; enthralled visuals,
Similes; eccentric pulsations,
Implications amid sessions,
Creator’s geniality composition,
Elegiac flair’s celebration.
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Freedom of The Mental
I've been blocked for countless days,
So today I decided to free some verses.
And see what else can I make myself spit,
Either raw or metaphoric,
I think maybe it will go both ways,
You are about to read some randomness.
Might be the habitual,
constantly behaving in repetitive ways,
I’ve heard those that say,
Even though I’m not able to be out,
“I wake up and dress up, heals and stuff to bring the trash out.."
… for them that’s the “going out” for now...
Uhmm…wait a minute…….
Is this a therapeutic method ?...
So today I decided to free some verses.
And see what else can I make myself spit,
Either raw or metaphoric,
I think maybe it will go both ways,
You are about to read some randomness.
Might be the habitual,
constantly behaving in repetitive ways,
I’ve heard those that say,
Even though I’m not able to be out,
“I wake up and dress up, heals and stuff to bring the trash out.."
… for them that’s the “going out” for now...
Uhmm…wait a minute…….
Is this a therapeutic method ?...
#LifeStruggles
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#freedom
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11 Comments
A Poet's DNA
Melodic rhyme; a lullaby.
Nurtured ,
In a garden.
Cuddles of sun’s ray,
and lilies
In the valley.
Footsteps…the paths of days,
Past, present....freedom.
Sweetened whirlwinds; the tone of hurricanes,
Trail of lands.
Redemption jingle; cry of peace.
In tongue and decree.
Leak of grief,
astray are they.
Pureness of soul,
Contemplates,
colors,
You and me,
The family.
Live, Love,
A Life
Cherished,
Mesmerized,
Window of creation,
From the sky.
...
Nurtured ,
In a garden.
Cuddles of sun’s ray,
and lilies
In the valley.
Footsteps…the paths of days,
Past, present....freedom.
Sweetened whirlwinds; the tone of hurricanes,
Trail of lands.
Redemption jingle; cry of peace.
In tongue and decree.
Leak of grief,
astray are they.
Pureness of soul,
Contemplates,
colors,
You and me,
The family.
Live, Love,
A Life
Cherished,
Mesmerized,
Window of creation,
From the sky.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#art
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A Fondness
Gesture foretold tasteless ways,
to entail breathless gaze across skylines.
Shivers gulped beyond spines.
Exquisiteness formed by his eyes.
Gentle baritone’s voice echoed,
speechless tone; the verb forecasted.
Softy wind amid fingertips and
magnet tricks,
Tattooed wave on shorelines.
Inscribed love thru chivalry schemes,
Mystic artists’ blueprint molded my spirit.
to entail breathless gaze across skylines.
Shivers gulped beyond spines.
Exquisiteness formed by his eyes.
Gentle baritone’s voice echoed,
speechless tone; the verb forecasted.
Softy wind amid fingertips and
magnet tricks,
Tattooed wave on shorelines.
Inscribed love thru chivalry schemes,
Mystic artists’ blueprint molded my spirit.
#friendship
#inspirational
#WritingPoetry
#support
#passion
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... Beautiful ...
On a quest of exquisiteness,
Humidified intensity of kisses,
Bestowed cascade of sultry and appeal,
Enter twine philosophies of intellectuals,
Amid scenes of vibrant squadron,
Unification of heavens,
The alienation of stars,
In exuberant colors,
Fragmented similes of enchantment,
Universal epitome,
Lured by brilliancy; the ultimate exchange.
Humidified intensity of kisses,
Bestowed cascade of sultry and appeal,
Enter twine philosophies of intellectuals,
Amid scenes of vibrant squadron,
Unification of heavens,
The alienation of stars,
In exuberant colors,
Fragmented similes of enchantment,
Universal epitome,
Lured by brilliancy; the ultimate exchange.
#friendship
#beauty
#WritingPoetry
#respect
#SelfWorth
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Dreamweaver
a stellar storyteller, she is
the cosmic weaver of tales,
circumnavigating the collection
of constellatory connections
shining supernova within
her interstellar imagination;
she will not be sidetracked
by unexpected solar flares
and reticent radio broadcasts
daring disrupted transmission,
arranging artfully this universe
according to her dreams, instead;
from galaxial filaments of fantasy
she’s learned to spacewalk,
her words becoming weightless
along the edges of...
the cosmic weaver of tales,
circumnavigating the collection
of constellatory connections
shining supernova within
her interstellar imagination;
she will not be sidetracked
by unexpected solar flares
and reticent radio broadcasts
daring disrupted transmission,
arranging artfully this universe
according to her dreams, instead;
from galaxial filaments of fantasy
she’s learned to spacewalk,
her words becoming weightless
along the edges of...
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Writers Block - Movie Time
Speechless and express-less,
Wished for verses to popup like popcorn,
But seemed as my butter froze.
Desire to gaze at ’ Two can play that game too”
But settled for “ How to lose a man in ten days”
Tell me how to “Space jam”
I want to “Pursuit my happiness”
Meanwhile I think I encountered an “Identity theft”
was “ gone in 60 seconds”
My “National treasure” was put on hold,
If I knew I would have dressed like Hally Berry my beloved “ Catwoman”
Nah wait I think seducing “ Batman” or “ Superman please re turn
For that I better call...
Wished for verses to popup like popcorn,
But seemed as my butter froze.
Desire to gaze at ’ Two can play that game too”
But settled for “ How to lose a man in ten days”
Tell me how to “Space jam”
I want to “Pursuit my happiness”
Meanwhile I think I encountered an “Identity theft”
was “ gone in 60 seconds”
My “National treasure” was put on hold,
If I knew I would have dressed like Hally Berry my beloved “ Catwoman”
Nah wait I think seducing “ Batman” or “ Superman please re turn
For that I better call...
#funny
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry #scifi
#WritingPoetry #scifi
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8 Comments
I Wonder If
I wonder if I’ll ever write about my piety
and how I feel the Nazarene’s sweet love
envelops me
in such a way
that makes a reader say
what’s rightly not been said
by anyone,
that is,
“Oh look at all the grace
with which his words
about his Lord are laced,
and how he makes us feel
with all, and through,
his use of stirring imagery
the depths of Christ’s devotion
to us men
and all his suffering and pain”.
The answer, if I’m honest with myself,.
is “no”
and that’s...
and how I feel the Nazarene’s sweet love
envelops me
in such a way
that makes a reader say
what’s rightly not been said
by anyone,
that is,
“Oh look at all the grace
with which his words
about his Lord are laced,
and how he makes us feel
with all, and through,
his use of stirring imagery
the depths of Christ’s devotion
to us men
and all his suffering and pain”.
The answer, if I’m honest with myself,.
is “no”
and that’s...
#WritingPoetry
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Writing Out the Storm
trembling lips will speak to love
of loss, of fear, of death;
broken hearts and hurt thereof,
upon hope’s final breath
crowded minds will ponder gifts
of time, of faith, of space;
squandered days and subtle shifts
behind regret’s disgrace
leaking pens will spill the words
of each, of them, of all;
anxious souls and restless swords,
beneath the tempest squall
rain surrenders to the storm
art transcends intended form
of loss, of fear, of death;
broken hearts and hurt thereof,
upon hope’s final breath
crowded minds will ponder gifts
of time, of faith, of space;
squandered days and subtle shifts
behind regret’s disgrace
leaking pens will spill the words
of each, of them, of all;
anxious souls and restless swords,
beneath the tempest squall
rain surrenders to the storm
art transcends intended form
#sonnet
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Between You And Me
Memories of you and me,
The way it used to be ,
daylight and nighttime …..we scribed ……..
I realized I had ten thousand reason to never forget you ,….
And write our way away from reality.
The light in your eyes,
Sparked my most intimate desire
You were and will be the one who painted the best of me on a screen,
Not a knight on a horse with a sword, ……but a winner of my passion …
giver of words incitement.
As time has grown us apart,
In my being you remain…………until time marks the end ………of our intimacy,
I was...
The way it used to be ,
daylight and nighttime …..we scribed ……..
I realized I had ten thousand reason to never forget you ,….
And write our way away from reality.
The light in your eyes,
Sparked my most intimate desire
You were and will be the one who painted the best of me on a screen,
Not a knight on a horse with a sword, ……but a winner of my passion …
giver of words incitement.
As time has grown us apart,
In my being you remain…………until time marks the end ………of our intimacy,
I was...
#love
#kindness
#BestFriend
#WritingPoetry
#gratitude
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Writing Poetry