Least Read Poems About Writing Poetry
#WritingPoetry
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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
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10 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
25 reads
8 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 that likes to play with knives.
Sowing slits of joy to mend your face.
Peer into me; there is never a dull moment.
As we transcend to the perfect place
where we can 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 that likes to play with knives.
Sowing slits of joy to mend your face.
Peer into me; there is never a dull moment.
As we transcend to the perfect place
where we can 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
28 reads
8 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
28 reads
18 Comments
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
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
30 reads
15 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
28th Dec 2023 11:58am
28th Dec 2023 11:58am
Sagrado
With her feet firm,
she stands resolute,
absolutely captivating
as she radiates,
creating a visible aura
of defense.
Intensity is so high
some are left blinded.
The open-minded
could see her glory.
Stories told
of ethereal glow
showed no justice
to her presence.
Sense the strength
in her divine grace.
Lacing my hands together
in prayer.
Scared straight
into believing,
leaving faith imprinted
on my soul.
she stands resolute,
absolutely captivating
as she radiates,
creating a visible aura
of defense.
Intensity is so high
some are left blinded.
The open-minded
could see her glory.
Stories told
of ethereal glow
showed no justice
to her presence.
Sense the strength
in her divine grace.
Lacing my hands together
in prayer.
Scared straight
into believing,
leaving faith imprinted
on my soul.
#hope
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
30 reads
12 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
27th Feb 2023 10:26am
27th Feb 2023 10:26am
Hemorrhaging
There she lies in hemostasis.
Abyss calling her to surrender.
Rendered useless by her beloved.
Shredded heart, now she is in a balance.
Commence coagulation.
Stations need to be manned.
Unplanned attack but ready.
Steady on the primary.
Hairy outcome if not triggered.
Vigor in her allows for vasoconstriction.
Conviction as the flow of life redirects.
Connecting, allowing platelet adhesion.
Lesions begin to repair.
Despair still draws, for we need secondary.
Every moment matters.
Shattering aggregation...
Abyss calling her to surrender.
Rendered useless by her beloved.
Shredded heart, now she is in a balance.
Commence coagulation.
Stations need to be manned.
Unplanned attack but ready.
Steady on the primary.
Hairy outcome if not triggered.
Vigor in her allows for vasoconstriction.
Conviction as the flow of life redirects.
Connecting, allowing platelet adhesion.
Lesions begin to repair.
Despair still draws, for we need secondary.
Every moment matters.
Shattering aggregation...
#heartbroken
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry #revenge
#WritingPoetry #revenge
31 reads
12 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 7:46pm
15th Apr 2024 7:46pm
Experience me for I have become
I was drawn in by the way the words seemed to dance around a page.
Vivid images,
described in such a way as to communicate an experience that can really
only be perceived by the one experiencing it.
Yet there is something inside us,
something that makes us human,
that cries out
"Know me."
"See me."
"Experience what I have experienced."
It is that same desire that pushes us to carve our names into trees, walls, even bathroom stalls.
All we ever want,
as humans,
as...
Vivid images,
described in such a way as to communicate an experience that can really
only be perceived by the one experiencing it.
Yet there is something inside us,
something that makes us human,
that cries out
"Know me."
"See me."
"Experience what I have experienced."
It is that same desire that pushes us to carve our names into trees, walls, even bathroom stalls.
All we ever want,
as humans,
as...
#WritingPoetry
#learning
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
31 reads
1 Comment
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
9th Apr 2022 5:00pm
9th Apr 2022 5:00pm
Murmurs
My voice carried
a melodious sound,
and traveled
without verbal reserves.
At this point,
you found yourself abound
with a curiosity
to get what you deserve.
Went through the motions,
beyond the splash.
Searched for the comfort of my arms
as you held your breath,
you began to thrash.
Still, you arrive here blindly
in love with my charm.
As you feel your moments end,
my echo begins to intensify.
You realize it is too late
though every second is counting.
The pressure builds,
and you cannot cry ...
a melodious sound,
and traveled
without verbal reserves.
At this point,
you found yourself abound
with a curiosity
to get what you deserve.
Went through the motions,
beyond the splash.
Searched for the comfort of my arms
as you held your breath,
you began to thrash.
Still, you arrive here blindly
in love with my charm.
As you feel your moments end,
my echo begins to intensify.
You realize it is too late
though every second is counting.
The pressure builds,
and you cannot cry ...
#WritingPoetry
#dark
#NaPoWriMo2022
33 reads
7 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
5th Jan 2024 2:04am
5th Jan 2024 2:04am
Pointedly
I oft times think
I could write about anything
At a drop of a pin
But other times
That pin
Could be like
Looking for a needle
In a haystack
And i not getting the point
Until i step on it!
by Jemia
I could write about anything
At a drop of a pin
But other times
That pin
Could be like
Looking for a needle
In a haystack
And i not getting the point
Until i step on it!
by Jemia
#satirical
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #philosophical
#WritingPoetry #philosophical
33 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 11:12am
21st Mar 2024 11:12am
March 21 World Poetry Day
a world day of what?
OF POETRY!
with rhyme or without it
the one who doesn't put beans in the pan
nor paint the landscape pink
that invades our window
IT'S BEAUTY? IT'S BEAUTY!
Poetry is every day
Poetry is every day
Poetry is washing your feet in a basin
poetry is forgetting the words
plow the ground and turn over the roots
poetry is drawing happy faces
A lot? IT'S LITTLE!
very little, very little
POETRY is always wanting a lot
always wanting
Poetry and much more
than poetry itself
want...
OF POETRY!
with rhyme or without it
the one who doesn't put beans in the pan
nor paint the landscape pink
that invades our window
IT'S BEAUTY? IT'S BEAUTY!
Poetry is every day
Poetry is every day
Poetry is washing your feet in a basin
poetry is forgetting the words
plow the ground and turn over the roots
poetry is drawing happy faces
A lot? IT'S LITTLE!
very little, very little
POETRY is always wanting a lot
always wanting
Poetry and much more
than poetry itself
want...
#WritingPoetry
#WorldPoetryDay
33 reads
2 Comments
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