Least Read Poems About Writing Poetry
#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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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
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
17th Sep 2024 8:15pm
17th Sep 2024 8:15pm
0 - Unfinished poetry 8
Ink
I write in ink, it can’t be changed.
Love it or hate it, you can take it away,
But it can’t be erased, once done never ended.
I have no pretended, only God’s honest truth.
I wrote a thousand, don’t recall a change.
Just page after page of peace, love and rage.
The struggle continues and still I rise...
Thank you Maya, again and a pain,
Is just another reason to write in blood.
Do only good, but do it well.
Oh what the Hell, do it good, bad or ugly.
Just do it til you can’t, your words are free.
They...
I write in ink, it can’t be changed.
Love it or hate it, you can take it away,
But it can’t be erased, once done never ended.
I have no pretended, only God’s honest truth.
I wrote a thousand, don’t recall a change.
Just page after page of peace, love and rage.
The struggle continues and still I rise...
Thank you Maya, again and a pain,
Is just another reason to write in blood.
Do only good, but do it well.
Oh what the Hell, do it good, bad or ugly.
Just do it til you can’t, your words are free.
They...
#WritingPoetry
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 00:14am
27th Nov 2024 00:14am
The Poets Dilemma
What right have poets to beseech truth from poetry’s veil?
Is it not a fragile whisper, fleeting amidst the maelstrom,
A reverie crafted from ink, meant to capture what the eye can’t hail,
Yet clutched by hands yearning for warmth, for something whole?
Why do we demand the words to unveil light in a world sewn in obsidian,
As though mere script could dispel the suffocating gloom?
Is it not the prerogative of stars or the sun's blazing minion,
To rend the dark, to chase away what makes the heart assume?
How can mere glyphs, strung in their...
Is it not a fragile whisper, fleeting amidst the maelstrom,
A reverie crafted from ink, meant to capture what the eye can’t hail,
Yet clutched by hands yearning for warmth, for something whole?
Why do we demand the words to unveil light in a world sewn in obsidian,
As though mere script could dispel the suffocating gloom?
Is it not the prerogative of stars or the sun's blazing minion,
To rend the dark, to chase away what makes the heart assume?
How can mere glyphs, strung in their...
#philosophical
#WritingPoetry
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 7:24pm
19th Nov 2024 7:24pm
0 - Unfinished poetry 49
Writing poetry is easy.
Speaking to human's is hard.
I hope one day you get published.
My stories are only here for when I depart.
(C)2024 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Speaking to human's is hard.
I hope one day you get published.
My stories are only here for when I depart.
(C)2024 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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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
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7 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
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missjem56
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 11:21pm
5th Nov 2024 11:21pm
Haiku, Senryu 5-7-5
Just
five
syllables
And
then
another
seven
Followed
by
five
more
by Jemia
five
syllables
And
then
another
seven
Followed
by
five
more
by Jemia
#haiku
#senryu
#WritingPoetry
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 8:28pm
11th Nov 2024 8:28pm
0 - Unfinished poetry 46
Tiger Style
I have a poetic licence,
To write my truth,
In Metaphor.
(C)2024 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I have a poetic licence,
To write my truth,
In Metaphor.
(C)2024 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#WritingPoetry
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 9:35pm
15th Nov 2024 9:35pm
Homage to Figures of Art and Poetry
Barons of masterful verse,
your words are beautiful gardens
watered by rains of oblivion,
where vivid dreams dissolve
and life writhes unseen
like breath folded into air,
or rivers merging into streams.
Shakespeare,
you are a mirror of shadow and grace.
Angels whisper in your lines,
their tender voices echo
through pine-darkened countries
and the glaciers of time.
Dante,
you sing through infernal nights,
casting the lone light of a crucifix.
Prayers rise from despair,
exhaled like smoke, ...
your words are beautiful gardens
watered by rains of oblivion,
where vivid dreams dissolve
and life writhes unseen
like breath folded into air,
or rivers merging into streams.
Shakespeare,
you are a mirror of shadow and grace.
Angels whisper in your lines,
their tender voices echo
through pine-darkened countries
and the glaciers of time.
Dante,
you sing through infernal nights,
casting the lone light of a crucifix.
Prayers rise from despair,
exhaled like smoke, ...
#art
#beauty
#identity
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
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0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 4:12am
5th Dec 2024 4:12am
Leaky Paper Bedmates!
If
my
bedtime
lover
Is
my
writing
pad
Then
my
pen
Is
my
leaky
condom?
by Jemia
my
bedtime
lover
Is
my
writing
pad
Then
my
pen
Is
my
leaky
condom?
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical #WritingPoetry
#satirical #WritingPoetry
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Ljdynamic
Poem Published
14th Feb 2022 8:22am
14th Feb 2022 8:22am
Synthesis
Believing that you swoop around me,
drowning me in your cosmic;
I will parade toleration
for this madness you inflict.
Spinning favorably so my war wounds lash away
in places I keep hidden.
Pirouettes around it, it romances you;
I dance through parts forbidden.
Thriving in the unbeknownst,
up, around, through, and through.
Avoiding ripples; quietly tethering,
weaving myself into you.
I pull the ropes that bind,
and you lose all hope.
Constellations guide you;
my stars collide with your kaleidoscope.
Recall this...
drowning me in your cosmic;
I will parade toleration
for this madness you inflict.
Spinning favorably so my war wounds lash away
in places I keep hidden.
Pirouettes around it, it romances you;
I dance through parts forbidden.
Thriving in the unbeknownst,
up, around, through, and through.
Avoiding ripples; quietly tethering,
weaving myself into you.
I pull the ropes that bind,
and you lose all hope.
Constellations guide you;
my stars collide with your kaleidoscope.
Recall this...
#love
#dark
#relationships #WritingPoetry
#relationships #WritingPoetry
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