Least Read Poems About Writing Poetry
#WritingPoetry
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Shimmering Sea
I watch it all around me
this deep shimmering sea
how these waves roll
with a silent wisdom to extol
Out to where ocean meets sky
a thousand sparkling diamonds try
to make their singular point
make this moment then anoint
When ancient mariners learned
as a silent sun burned
high above the waves
leading to forgotten enclaves
Islands dotting the blue map
as I seek to fill in the gap
between here and now
between sword and plow
Learning a little from each
as I again strive to reach ...
this deep shimmering sea
how these waves roll
with a silent wisdom to extol
Out to where ocean meets sky
a thousand sparkling diamonds try
to make their singular point
make this moment then anoint
When ancient mariners learned
as a silent sun burned
high above the waves
leading to forgotten enclaves
Islands dotting the blue map
as I seek to fill in the gap
between here and now
between sword and plow
Learning a little from each
as I again strive to reach ...
#confessional
#sea
#travel
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Drifting Ice
Wouldn’t it be nice
to live a life of drifting ice
carried along by the tide
just coming along for the ride
With no particular place to go
nothing left to prove or show
just accepting it all
hearing Nature and her call
Leaving behind human things
such as the chase for brass rings
more things to have or own
more sins for me to atone
As I follow the Gulf Stream
living in a waking dream
with no losing or winning
with no end nor beginning
While I feel each feeling felt ...
to live a life of drifting ice
carried along by the tide
just coming along for the ride
With no particular place to go
nothing left to prove or show
just accepting it all
hearing Nature and her call
Leaving behind human things
such as the chase for brass rings
more things to have or own
more sins for me to atone
As I follow the Gulf Stream
living in a waking dream
with no losing or winning
with no end nor beginning
While I feel each feeling felt ...
#confessional
#nature
#sea
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Unending Line
I would love to find the time
to write an infinity of rhyme
line after line
according to my own design
.Wwith no end in sight
on a writer’s block night
show these words all I mean
on a blank page bleached clean
As I feel my blood and ink blending
within each and every line unending
to write an infinity of rhyme
line after line
according to my own design
.Wwith no end in sight
on a writer’s block night
show these words all I mean
on a blank page bleached clean
As I feel my blood and ink blending
within each and every line unending
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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Nightfall’s Ink
I love the end of each day
when twilight has its way
ushers in the beginning of dark
so that I may then strike my spark
Watching these colors swirl
as my thoughts now curl
back upon themselves
upon this one who still delves
In search of all I may find
revel in this true peace of mind
only Nature can truly give
within this rambling life I live
Knowing how the cold darkness
with all its bold starkness
serves to again set the mood
nestled in this alpine wood
So I resolve once again
to...
when twilight has its way
ushers in the beginning of dark
so that I may then strike my spark
Watching these colors swirl
as my thoughts now curl
back upon themselves
upon this one who still delves
In search of all I may find
revel in this true peace of mind
only Nature can truly give
within this rambling life I live
Knowing how the cold darkness
with all its bold starkness
serves to again set the mood
nestled in this alpine wood
So I resolve once again
to...
#sun
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Unplumbed
So much truth still lies
beneath a thin skin
littered with lame alibis
blessing every single sin
With little left to say
since no one will hear
any lines in this play
with the denouement clear
No need to even think
about any real meaning
hidden within this invisible ink
worthy of any gleaning
Once the message is text
then finally then sent
leaving me left vexed
by all this wasted energy spent
As far as anyone is concerned
the deed has been done
nothing new to be learned ...
beneath a thin skin
littered with lame alibis
blessing every single sin
With little left to say
since no one will hear
any lines in this play
with the denouement clear
No need to even think
about any real meaning
hidden within this invisible ink
worthy of any gleaning
Once the message is text
then finally then sent
leaving me left vexed
by all this wasted energy spent
As far as anyone is concerned
the deed has been done
nothing new to be learned ...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#TruthOfLife
#wisdom
#WritingPoetry
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Maltese Breeze
The cool salty sea air
has a certain flair
a certain je ne sais quoi
any time of day
For defiance is all around
this bold intrepid ground
where knights and emperors
did once roam
Battles fought then won
beneath the bright sun
beneath the Maltese Cross
where courage still remains
A crossroad for the world
with each flag unfurled
within the broad harbor
astern on each rigged ship
While I sit in this sidewalk cafe
at the end of a splendid day
sad to...
has a certain flair
a certain je ne sais quoi
any time of day
For defiance is all around
this bold intrepid ground
where knights and emperors
did once roam
Battles fought then won
beneath the bright sun
beneath the Maltese Cross
where courage still remains
A crossroad for the world
with each flag unfurled
within the broad harbor
astern on each rigged ship
While I sit in this sidewalk cafe
at the end of a splendid day
sad to...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#culture
#tradition
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Predawn
It is the time to arise
time to create
while I again await
the break of dawn
No longer a mere pawn
now ruling the night
as I pursue the write
put pen to blank paper
Warmed by the lit taper
its golden glow
while it assists the flow
spilling my precious ink
Striving to make the link
between heart and mind
all in the hope to find
some lasting peace
Unfold every crease
on this ever weary soul
fill in this bottomless hole
while I now fawn before the dawn
time to create
while I again await
the break of dawn
No longer a mere pawn
now ruling the night
as I pursue the write
put pen to blank paper
Warmed by the lit taper
its golden glow
while it assists the flow
spilling my precious ink
Striving to make the link
between heart and mind
all in the hope to find
some lasting peace
Unfold every crease
on this ever weary soul
fill in this bottomless hole
while I now fawn before the dawn
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #dawn
#WritingPoetry #dawn
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Unwritten
So much ink still to write
in the inkwell of the night
mystic as a cryptic sea
thick as a flood of blood
All of these salient tears
garnered over the years
meant to blend in the end
but what is there left to say
In some new way
rewrite all that is unwritten
in the inkwell of the night
mystic as a cryptic sea
thick as a flood of blood
All of these salient tears
garnered over the years
meant to blend in the end
but what is there left to say
In some new way
rewrite all that is unwritten
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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Inkwell of the Night
The night is vast and dark
always leaves its lasting mark
upon the things I write
upon these words I pen
Words I would never say
aloud in the light of day
gather here together
collecting again in shadow
Whispered truths to longing ears
blending together hopes and fears
as I refill my well
as I redip my thirsted quill
Looming large above the paper
lit only by this single taper
I am my own author
I am my own poet
While I trace each lonely line
in a pure quest for the...
always leaves its lasting mark
upon the things I write
upon these words I pen
Words I would never say
aloud in the light of day
gather here together
collecting again in shadow
Whispered truths to longing ears
blending together hopes and fears
as I refill my well
as I redip my thirsted quill
Looming large above the paper
lit only by this single taper
I am my own author
I am my own poet
While I trace each lonely line
in a pure quest for the...
#confessional
#dark
#night
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Poems in the Ice
Written over a thousand years
briny as a lifetime of tears
I read these poems in the ice
rhymes of loss and sacrifice
Sculpted by wind, snow and rain
each is an elegy to death and pain
a reminder of life and its fragility
penned with such a deft agility
For the ice is slow to melt
to ever share any feeling felt
instead keeping it all inside
whether from fear or just pride
So, I recite every single line
no matter how coarse or fine
giving each its own voice
in a lifetime of consequential choice
...
briny as a lifetime of tears
I read these poems in the ice
rhymes of loss and sacrifice
Sculpted by wind, snow and rain
each is an elegy to death and pain
a reminder of life and its fragility
penned with such a deft agility
For the ice is slow to melt
to ever share any feeling felt
instead keeping it all inside
whether from fear or just pride
So, I recite every single line
no matter how coarse or fine
giving each its own voice
in a lifetime of consequential choice
...
#confessional
#sea
#snow
#travel
#WritingPoetry
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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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On The Run
Excuse me, dear reader
Have you seen this perpetrator?
He was last spotted in an alphabet speeder
On his way to your reading applicator
He’s the head of the letter gang
His bodyguards are A-Z
He stole my poem and now must hang
Nobody rips off team Napo and me
It is very urgent this perp is found
I only have 7 hrs left
Till a strike hits the ground
And he gets away with theft
Put yourself in my shoes
You must write one piece a day
In this competition, you will lose
If your poems go astray
So please do what I ask ...
Have you seen this perpetrator?
He was last spotted in an alphabet speeder
On his way to your reading applicator
He’s the head of the letter gang
His bodyguards are A-Z
He stole my poem and now must hang
Nobody rips off team Napo and me
It is very urgent this perp is found
I only have 7 hrs left
Till a strike hits the ground
And he gets away with theft
Put yourself in my shoes
You must write one piece a day
In this competition, you will lose
If your poems go astray
So please do what I ask ...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2021
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