Least Read Poems About Writing Poetry
#WritingPoetry
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Sailing into the Sun
Hope is always a moving target
elusive…
yet still conducive
to a most graceful way to age
While sailing to the east
chasing a rising sun
ending before it has begun
to turn the tattered page
As I now embrace the day
taking precious time
to listen to Her rhyme
lines forever sage
Sailing into the sun
with a most grateful heart
the perfect place to start
to at long last engage
elusive…
yet still conducive
to a most graceful way to age
While sailing to the east
chasing a rising sun
ending before it has begun
to turn the tattered page
As I now embrace the day
taking precious time
to listen to Her rhyme
lines forever sage
Sailing into the sun
with a most grateful heart
the perfect place to start
to at long last engage
#hope
#sea
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#dawn
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Spirit Feather
I often feel the bloom
of the lone white plume
the light tickle of its softness
sharpness of its point
As if meant to anoint
the chasing of dreams
fording of poetic streams
with its flowing write
For ink is a dark night
spilt in a rage
to cover the guilty page
with a signed confession
Escape the deep regression
of cold lying numbers
while poetry still slumbers
beneath a blanket of stars
These tiny fireflies in jars
dance the old dance
embrace the bold chance ...
of the lone white plume
the light tickle of its softness
sharpness of its point
As if meant to anoint
the chasing of dreams
fording of poetic streams
with its flowing write
For ink is a dark night
spilt in a rage
to cover the guilty page
with a signed confession
Escape the deep regression
of cold lying numbers
while poetry still slumbers
beneath a blanket of stars
These tiny fireflies in jars
dance the old dance
embrace the bold chance ...
#nature
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
#wisdom
#tradition
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Afternoon Shadow
Funny when the sun sets
leaves behind all his regrets
my shadow seems to know
as it begins again to grow
Stretching ever longer
it becomes even stronger
while the sun wanes
till only a darkness remains
For shadows play their part
in the creation of all art
bringing a third dimension
to my deep apprehension
How they do so delight
in the absence of light
subtly blending in
with the nighttime of sin
Becoming more than silhouette
almost like a dark...
leaves behind all his regrets
my shadow seems to know
as it begins again to grow
Stretching ever longer
it becomes even stronger
while the sun wanes
till only a darkness remains
For shadows play their part
in the creation of all art
bringing a third dimension
to my deep apprehension
How they do so delight
in the absence of light
subtly blending in
with the nighttime of sin
Becoming more than silhouette
almost like a dark...
#shadows
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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Delve
It is who I am
what I do
pursuing something true
in an ocean of lies
Is it any surprise
that I taste their salt
while fingering fault
at others as well as me
Capturing all that I see
locked fast in lines
as each word refines
itself on this sharpening stone
Allowing me to further hone
all I have to say
on a bright sunny day
or the coldest dark night
Braving now the write
strip myself bare
as I again do dare
delve deep into myself
what I do
pursuing something true
in an ocean of lies
Is it any surprise
that I taste their salt
while fingering fault
at others as well as me
Capturing all that I see
locked fast in lines
as each word refines
itself on this sharpening stone
Allowing me to further hone
all I have to say
on a bright sunny day
or the coldest dark night
Braving now the write
strip myself bare
as I again do dare
delve deep into myself
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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Tempest
I nightmare without form
just a torrent of a storm
free, yet let loose at sea
as if now meant to reclaim
So much more in a name
than just the scant letters
than the few syllables
with such epic hidden fables
For what hides dark inside
cannot ever be denied
by any new science
or mere act of defiance
As I let the fury rage
capture what I can on the page
going with the violent flow
let the tirade now show
Until my ink is dry...
until I can no longer try
left unable to resist ...
just a torrent of a storm
free, yet let loose at sea
as if now meant to reclaim
So much more in a name
than just the scant letters
than the few syllables
with such epic hidden fables
For what hides dark inside
cannot ever be denied
by any new science
or mere act of defiance
As I let the fury rage
capture what I can on the page
going with the violent flow
let the tirade now show
Until my ink is dry...
until I can no longer try
left unable to resist ...
#anger
#dark
#storm
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Earthen
I can hold it in my hand
in order to now understand
the power of this dark soil
the blessings of our toil
With such beauty all around
I am able to forget
this sad litany of regret
feel my feet now bedewed
As my spirit is again renewed
by every deep breath
reminding even death
that spring always returns
While the candle slowly burns
both ends towards the middle
hoping to solve the eternal riddle
the deep why to all of our hows
Able to finally leave my mind
somewhere far...
in order to now understand
the power of this dark soil
the blessings of our toil
With such beauty all around
I am able to forget
this sad litany of regret
feel my feet now bedewed
As my spirit is again renewed
by every deep breath
reminding even death
that spring always returns
While the candle slowly burns
both ends towards the middle
hoping to solve the eternal riddle
the deep why to all of our hows
Able to finally leave my mind
somewhere far...
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Laden
Like its cold crisp snow
this winter seems to know
the weight of sorrow
the relentless tug of loss
While such heavy things
strain these laden wings
rule my every day
with a foreboding sense
Making footsteps in the drifts
I again pursue the rifts
between have and have not
between gaining and losing
Yet I still carry this load
up this upward rising road
step after step
stride after stride
Always hoping to find
some lasting peace of mind
put down all I carry
in this life so ever...
this winter seems to know
the weight of sorrow
the relentless tug of loss
While such heavy things
strain these laden wings
rule my every day
with a foreboding sense
Making footsteps in the drifts
I again pursue the rifts
between have and have not
between gaining and losing
Yet I still carry this load
up this upward rising road
step after step
stride after stride
Always hoping to find
some lasting peace of mind
put down all I carry
in this life so ever...
#LifeStruggles
#winter
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Taper
The lone candle burns
lets its flame sashay
in its own way
flooding my imagination
While shadows on the wall
dance up and down the hall
finally set me free
from all of this convention
To allow poetic invention
inspiring this write
in the dead of the night
giving it a true resurrection
No mere collection
of clever, pithy phrases
an illumination that dazes
all most rational thought
A crisp clarity now bought
one line at a time
paid for in pure rhyme
while this poet again learns...
lets its flame sashay
in its own way
flooding my imagination
While shadows on the wall
dance up and down the hall
finally set me free
from all of this convention
To allow poetic invention
inspiring this write
in the dead of the night
giving it a true resurrection
No mere collection
of clever, pithy phrases
an illumination that dazes
all most rational thought
A crisp clarity now bought
one line at a time
paid for in pure rhyme
while this poet again learns...
#dark
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Entropic
The order of the world
is slowly unfurled
spilled out complete
like ink into water
As the black cloud
swirls about
some specter of doubt
haunting my very days
What was once clear
is shrouded in fear
cloaked in shadow
drowning in disorder
All that we do
all that we say
withered now away
like runes in stone
Choking on the rust
crumbling pillars of trust
still too myopic
to realize we are entropic
is slowly unfurled
spilled out complete
like ink into water
As the black cloud
swirls about
some specter of doubt
haunting my very days
What was once clear
is shrouded in fear
cloaked in shadow
drowning in disorder
All that we do
all that we say
withered now away
like runes in stone
Choking on the rust
crumbling pillars of trust
still too myopic
to realize we are entropic
#universe
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#aging
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Cafe Americano
They are the only two words
I ever need to know
wherever I may go
to bring me back home
Piping hot in my cup
to caffeinate me up
with just a splash
of cold fresh cream
The stronger the better
to help me awake
with each sip I take
feel the rush arrive
Even half way round
the world
the magic is unfurled
in its coffee brown hue
A little taste of home
to help me as I roam
for when my cup is done
a new day has just begun
I ever need to know
wherever I may go
to bring me back home
Piping hot in my cup
to caffeinate me up
with just a splash
of cold fresh cream
The stronger the better
to help me awake
with each sip I take
feel the rush arrive
Even half way round
the world
the magic is unfurled
in its coffee brown hue
A little taste of home
to help me as I roam
for when my cup is done
a new day has just begun
#coffee
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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Streetlight
A lone bastion in the night
it joins me in the write
sharing its lonely glow
all that it does still know
Dancing across the waves
as each ripple saves
itself from the deep dark
fleeing all that is stark
Memories and dreams
flow in the rippled streams
of my poetic thought
ideas borrowed or bought
From a life steeped in pain
christened by the rain
washing me clean
of all these sins left unseen
While I face again anew
all that I will do
knowing I am not...
it joins me in the write
sharing its lonely glow
all that it does still know
Dancing across the waves
as each ripple saves
itself from the deep dark
fleeing all that is stark
Memories and dreams
flow in the rippled streams
of my poetic thought
ideas borrowed or bought
From a life steeped in pain
christened by the rain
washing me clean
of all these sins left unseen
While I face again anew
all that I will do
knowing I am not...
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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De Minimis
It is just that
nothing more
nothing less
a brief chance to confess
a litany of petty sins
ending before it begins
nothing more
nothing less
a brief chance to confess
a litany of petty sins
ending before it begins
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#morality
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Writing Poetry