Least Read Poems About Writing Poetry
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 1:01am
30th Jan 2020 1:01am
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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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
18th Jan 2020 1:58am
18th Jan 2020 1:58am
A Heart Crush
You are like the sun that
brighten up my most intimate
visualization of a blissful captivation,
the moon’s shine am id dark night, fell for
the schemes of your lips when you engage
into forms of proses that entice me, the
perfect recipe you blended each day
of smiles and similes, and signs
you darted at me, you ask
yourself what does she
see in poetry of me,
the sensuality,
rhythmic,
me-lo-
dies,
crushed my senses
brighten up my most intimate
visualization of a blissful captivation,
the moon’s shine am id dark night, fell for
the schemes of your lips when you engage
into forms of proses that entice me, the
perfect recipe you blended each day
of smiles and similes, and signs
you darted at me, you ask
yourself what does she
see in poetry of me,
the sensuality,
rhythmic,
me-lo-
dies,
crushed my senses
#love
#fate
#WritingPoetry #crush
#WritingPoetry #crush
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 7:54pm
26th Dec 2018 7:54pm
Owl Series: I
Bugs are attracted
to the awashed-orleander pages, a flower
with textual landing strips. Words
flutter resembling a sea under hazy skies
of grass scribbled, a proclamation
of make me more. Pollinate
these thoughtwords and brush them off before
the crush of paper’s weight- them being bugs,
the page isn’t for the owl but for these
who pass it on it on; this it
is a continuity when she feeds. She scrambles
what came before bottled within another
and...
to the awashed-orleander pages, a flower
with textual landing strips. Words
flutter resembling a sea under hazy skies
of grass scribbled, a proclamation
of make me more. Pollinate
these thoughtwords and brush them off before
the crush of paper’s weight- them being bugs,
the page isn’t for the owl but for these
who pass it on it on; this it
is a continuity when she feeds. She scrambles
what came before bottled within another
and...
#countryside
#birds
#narrative
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
22 reads
10 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
4th Jul 2024 1:20am
4th Jul 2024 1:20am
Bedtime Capers
He gallivants into my room.
His face is a sight for sore eyes.
We kiss in an adulterated fashion
and my passion for him burns deep.
He rigamaroles words for foreplay,
but without delay he is in my mouth.
My mother hears all the brouhaha,
and she kicks the door down in fear.
Flummoxed, she beats him with the broom block
meanwhile, his cock is flying about.
She calls him a hoodwink,
but she does not know I have a kink.
Meanwhile, he desperately tries to pull
his britches up and cries for mercy.
He literally jumps out of...
His face is a sight for sore eyes.
We kiss in an adulterated fashion
and my passion for him burns deep.
He rigamaroles words for foreplay,
but without delay he is in my mouth.
My mother hears all the brouhaha,
and she kicks the door down in fear.
Flummoxed, she beats him with the broom block
meanwhile, his cock is flying about.
She calls him a hoodwink,
but she does not know I have a kink.
Meanwhile, he desperately tries to pull
his britches up and cries for mercy.
He literally jumps out of...
#funny
#WritingPoetry
25 reads
9 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
8th May 2022 6:27am
8th May 2022 6:27am
Mirage
The figment of my dimension fragments.
Dented illusions show assured darkness.
Stark outcomes multiply as gates;
fate has fashioned from the backlash to come.
Rumbles threaten my creation.
Carnation hues cross the horizon
within decayed conclusions of my actions.
Fractions of light exponentially consumed,
tombing the destruction of it all,
recalling me back into the shadows.
Dented illusions show assured darkness.
Stark outcomes multiply as gates;
fate has fashioned from the backlash to come.
Rumbles threaten my creation.
Carnation hues cross the horizon
within decayed conclusions of my actions.
Fractions of light exponentially consumed,
tombing the destruction of it all,
recalling me back into the shadows.
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
16th Sep 2024 8:39pm
16th Sep 2024 8:39pm
0 - Unifinshed poetry 3
The Endless Poem : Part
It’s dark here inside my mind.
I hope you don’t mind that I pass the time with an endless rhyme,
That has no rhythm, no meaning or plot.
It’s just that I’ve got this bug inside me that forces me to jot,
Down any thought or feeling that enters my head
And before I am dead I should positively attest
That I tried my best only when writing a rhyme,
Because it gives me much pleasure and I guess that is why,
I’m writing again, no beginning middle or end,
Just forget me nots, to cover the dot dot dots.
I’m...
It’s dark here inside my mind.
I hope you don’t mind that I pass the time with an endless rhyme,
That has no rhythm, no meaning or plot.
It’s just that I’ve got this bug inside me that forces me to jot,
Down any thought or feeling that enters my head
And before I am dead I should positively attest
That I tried my best only when writing a rhyme,
Because it gives me much pleasure and I guess that is why,
I’m writing again, no beginning middle or end,
Just forget me nots, to cover the dot dot dots.
I’m...
#WritingPoetry
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 5:04am
28th Nov 2024 5:04am
Heart of Darkness
The poet grips his pen,
its weight a tether to something unseen,
something clawing inside him.
He wants to write of love,
of soft births and the tender glow of dawn.
He wants to summon angels,
their wings brushing away the silence.
But his hand silently rebels.
It moves, driven by the pull of his heart,
that traitorous vessel,
and spills ink like fallen blood
dark, thick, unrelenting.
It writes not of hope,
but of shadows that stretch and swallow, consume
of demons that smirk in the margins,
of decay creeping...
its weight a tether to something unseen,
something clawing inside him.
He wants to write of love,
of soft births and the tender glow of dawn.
He wants to summon angels,
their wings brushing away the silence.
But his hand silently rebels.
It moves, driven by the pull of his heart,
that traitorous vessel,
and spills ink like fallen blood
dark, thick, unrelenting.
It writes not of hope,
but of shadows that stretch and swallow, consume
of demons that smirk in the margins,
of decay creeping...
#philosophical
#WritingPoetry
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
10th May 2020 4:01am
10th May 2020 4:01am
Forbidden
It feels like the sun turned
My sphere upside down,
My night I trade for your day.
On a distance I gazed,
at the intensity of your taste.
When you entered the room,
Your eyes lit like thunder in the heavens,
You made me crave.
Thoughts about that place,
The space we shaped.
The way I shiver when I have you near,
When you touched my feet,
While your lips caress my face,
Your visual digs into my frame.
Reviving my soul to be
Lost in the gulf you lured me in.
The sparkle-
The smirk I evoked, ...
My sphere upside down,
My night I trade for your day.
On a distance I gazed,
at the intensity of your taste.
When you entered the room,
Your eyes lit like thunder in the heavens,
You made me crave.
Thoughts about that place,
The space we shaped.
The way I shiver when I have you near,
When you touched my feet,
While your lips caress my face,
Your visual digs into my frame.
Reviving my soul to be
Lost in the gulf you lured me in.
The sparkle-
The smirk I evoked, ...
#secrets
#lover
#WritingPoetry
#ForbiddenLove
#emotions
29 reads
15 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
26th Feb 2023 11:53am
26th Feb 2023 11:53am
Interval
My breath is held back
as I remain suspended in reaction.
Distractions needed
to brace me for the worst.
Cursed in love
but blessed in resentment.
Cemented insecurities
attack the blueprint of my soul.
Whole sections corrupted
when you uploaded into me,
freeing the virus
through the vessels that sustain my life.
Knifing protective wounds into myself
to secure my heart.
Impart the knowledge
to the cerebral cortex,
vortex the disconnection,
and release my essence.
Convalescence as I travel
through the...
as I remain suspended in reaction.
Distractions needed
to brace me for the worst.
Cursed in love
but blessed in resentment.
Cemented insecurities
attack the blueprint of my soul.
Whole sections corrupted
when you uploaded into me,
freeing the virus
through the vessels that sustain my life.
Knifing protective wounds into myself
to secure my heart.
Impart the knowledge
to the cerebral cortex,
vortex the disconnection,
and release my essence.
Convalescence as I travel
through the...
#heartbroken
#TimeHeals
#WritingPoetry
29 reads
18 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
1st Apr 2022 4:22pm
1st Apr 2022 4:22pm
Glasgow
Luck of your draw, I am what you drew.
Your grin is short; I must bring you to life.
Sit down and enjoy my jokes; I am not through.
I am just a fool who likes to play with knives.
Sowing slits of joy to magnify your face.
Peer into me; there is never a dull moment.
We transcend to the perfect place
to enjoy our playful torment.
Bite down and share in my revelry.
Gaze into me as I weave your smile,
influencing you to get lost in my devilry.
Laughter all around, laughter for a while.
Your grin is short; I must bring you to life.
Sit down and enjoy my jokes; I am not through.
I am just a fool who likes to play with knives.
Sowing slits of joy to magnify your face.
Peer into me; there is never a dull moment.
We transcend to the perfect place
to enjoy our playful torment.
Bite down and share in my revelry.
Gaze into me as I weave your smile,
influencing you to get lost in my devilry.
Laughter all around, laughter for a while.
#dark
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2022
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2022
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Alois_inwriting02
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 6:42am
27th Nov 2024 6:42am
Puer Aeternus, or the lost boy
My puissance drips from
thorns of a blackberry
blossom—
always enamored
by the ephemeral elegance,
I suppose.
and whose fucking
laurels am I to
be
resting upon,
exactly?
tripped up in
double Dutch
propped up on
a
broken
crutch…
An unwieldy pen
twirling
between my digits
hangs suspended:
the A-Bomb.
If dropped, its
heavy particulate
matter will
irradiate the smog
that blankets thick over my
anaretic brain.
thorns of a blackberry
blossom—
always enamored
by the ephemeral elegance,
I suppose.
and whose fucking
laurels am I to
be
resting upon,
exactly?
tripped up in
double Dutch
propped up on
a
broken
crutch…
An unwieldy pen
twirling
between my digits
hangs suspended:
the A-Bomb.
If dropped, its
heavy particulate
matter will
irradiate the smog
that blankets thick over my
anaretic brain.
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Ljdynamic
Poem Published
24th Mar 2023 12:11pm
24th Mar 2023 12:11pm
Revolution
Darkness guides this lost one.
Done and done, tried and true.
Who could have seen this coming?
Summing up every single injustice;
was this punishment of a past life lived?
Combative, but I have nothing left.
Theft by your sociopathic mind.
Bind me, as of now; I befriend silence.
Violence still lives here.
Fear me once I catch my breath;
death will be what you will pray for.
The core of my essence rejuvenates.
Hate me, but you have made me this.
Abyss, gather my lack of pity.
As witty words fly from my lips, ...
Done and done, tried and true.
Who could have seen this coming?
Summing up every single injustice;
was this punishment of a past life lived?
Combative, but I have nothing left.
Theft by your sociopathic mind.
Bind me, as of now; I befriend silence.
Violence still lives here.
Fear me once I catch my breath;
death will be what you will pray for.
The core of my essence rejuvenates.
Hate me, but you have made me this.
Abyss, gather my lack of pity.
As witty words fly from my lips, ...
#hate
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry #revenge
#WritingPoetry #revenge
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