Least Read Poems About Writing Poetry
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Embroidery
She weaves all of her sleeves
in orange and gold marigolds
just to dress things up
set the autumnal stage
For a moment of beauty
just here to remind
all that I may find
if I just look then see
This tapestry of fall rhyme
stitched together in time
in orange and gold marigolds
just to dress things up
set the autumnal stage
For a moment of beauty
just here to remind
all that I may find
if I just look then see
This tapestry of fall rhyme
stitched together in time
#beauty
#flowers
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Pyric
Every single spark longs to burn
just as every pupil seeks to learn
for all of this consumption feeds
each of my many mortal needs
These needful things I long for
this less that still longs for more
wanders through my halcyon days
in a faint pontifical haze
A sacrificial flame set again afire
only in the end to blend upon the pyre
just as every pupil seeks to learn
for all of this consumption feeds
each of my many mortal needs
These needful things I long for
this less that still longs for more
wanders through my halcyon days
in a faint pontifical haze
A sacrificial flame set again afire
only in the end to blend upon the pyre
#LifeStruggles
#fire
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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Autumn and Its Fall
The bastion of this season
is always well beyond reason
in how it seems to linger
how it again points its finger
To the passage of the years
the concatenation of my fears
I only seem to truly feel
when the ending year seems real
Knowing I am a little further on
ticking off another chilly dawn
on my way to my own conclusion
desperate in search of any allusion
While I do long for some surprise
in the form of useful alibis
something to finally make sense ...
is always well beyond reason
in how it seems to linger
how it again points its finger
To the passage of the years
the concatenation of my fears
I only seem to truly feel
when the ending year seems real
Knowing I am a little further on
ticking off another chilly dawn
on my way to my own conclusion
desperate in search of any allusion
While I do long for some surprise
in the form of useful alibis
something to finally make sense ...
#death
#fall
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#aging
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Autumnally
It always seems Autumn falls
in her own time
makes her own rhyme
branch upon branch, line after line
According to her deft design
she paints all of her cool leaves
adorns each tree with its sleeves
in such vibrant autumnal hues
Allowing her to spread the news
celebrate each and every year
while knowing its end is near
that Winter still ever looming
But also of springtime blooming
the return of budding life
this perennial cycle rife
with all its beckoning calls
in her own time
makes her own rhyme
branch upon branch, line after line
According to her deft design
she paints all of her cool leaves
adorns each tree with its sleeves
in such vibrant autumnal hues
Allowing her to spread the news
celebrate each and every year
while knowing its end is near
that Winter still ever looming
But also of springtime blooming
the return of budding life
this perennial cycle rife
with all its beckoning calls
#fall
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Arrow
The hawk feather gives it flight
as the stone tip its bite
but the straight shaft keeps it true
as the stone tip its bite
but the straight shaft keeps it true
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#wisdom
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Marooned
Walking lost in a beach duned
I find myself here again marooned
words falling from my pockets
Just photos in search of lockets
I might remember some day
hear all that they will say
For loneliness is but a crutch
that doesn't help very much
to flee from unexpected rains
Within a wilderness of pains
that always seem to surround
deafens with its silent sound
Leaving me left in my solitude
alongside this lonely multitude
longing for any hope of rescue
Maybe begin my life anew ...
I find myself here again marooned
words falling from my pockets
Just photos in search of lockets
I might remember some day
hear all that they will say
For loneliness is but a crutch
that doesn't help very much
to flee from unexpected rains
Within a wilderness of pains
that always seem to surround
deafens with its silent sound
Leaving me left in my solitude
alongside this lonely multitude
longing for any hope of rescue
Maybe begin my life anew ...
#confessional
#loneliness
#SelfReflection
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Predestined
I do live without hesitation
in a realm of predestination
where where I will go
I seem to now already know
For these places I have been
are tattooed upon my skin
leave a long-lasting trace
every moment touched by grace
Deeds both right and wrong
discarded all along
the path I have chosen
in pursuit of all ambrosian
Collecting up words on the way
as I pay attention to all they say
but also all they will not
for this wisdom still sought
So, I again look for clues ...
in a realm of predestination
where where I will go
I seem to now already know
For these places I have been
are tattooed upon my skin
leave a long-lasting trace
every moment touched by grace
Deeds both right and wrong
discarded all along
the path I have chosen
in pursuit of all ambrosian
Collecting up words on the way
as I pay attention to all they say
but also all they will not
for this wisdom still sought
So, I again look for clues ...
#confessional
#fate
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Light Needs Shadow
I still remember it well
that first time I stole
how it made me feel whole
how it cast its own dark spell
Even though I got caught
I wore a smile on my face
knew this became a place
to which I had been brought
Embracing my cold shadow
feeling its grey ambiguity
with such sensual acuity
knowing what I still know
How I am truly part evil
able to do such bad things
pull out these dragonfly wings
just to savor their retrieval
So, dark thoughts fill my mind
as I again take to the street ...
that first time I stole
how it made me feel whole
how it cast its own dark spell
Even though I got caught
I wore a smile on my face
knew this became a place
to which I had been brought
Embracing my cold shadow
feeling its grey ambiguity
with such sensual acuity
knowing what I still know
How I am truly part evil
able to do such bad things
pull out these dragonfly wings
just to savor their retrieval
So, dark thoughts fill my mind
as I again take to the street ...
#confessional
#dark
#evil
#shadows
#WritingPoetry
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A Light
The lone candle awaits
a solemn taper
in need of a caper
in need of a light
Bursting forth in the night
with a soft golden glow
finally able to show
the birth of creativity
How a single spark
can help embark
the poetic mind
on its solitary journey
Through the literary maze
the creative haze
that shrouds the way
cloaks the write
In the literal darkness
as I grasp the quill
assert my will
to again confront the page
a solemn taper
in need of a caper
in need of a light
Bursting forth in the night
with a soft golden glow
finally able to show
the birth of creativity
How a single spark
can help embark
the poetic mind
on its solitary journey
Through the literary maze
the creative haze
that shrouds the way
cloaks the write
In the literal darkness
as I grasp the quill
assert my will
to again confront the page
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Glide
The swollen river is still
giving me this thrill
slicing through the dawn
to part my solitude
As my kayak now glides
it still hides
ever so silent
among the brown cattails
While I witness the day
make its bright way
the sun rising
spilling its gentle ink
These multicolors swirl
as the vibrancies twirl
on the blank canvas
of another new morn
Again leaving me here
shedding a silent tear
to christening the morning ...
giving me this thrill
slicing through the dawn
to part my solitude
As my kayak now glides
it still hides
ever so silent
among the brown cattails
While I witness the day
make its bright way
the sun rising
spilling its gentle ink
These multicolors swirl
as the vibrancies twirl
on the blank canvas
of another new morn
Again leaving me here
shedding a silent tear
to christening the morning ...
#water
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#dawn
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Fog
It clings to the hills
while it again spills
into the hollow
vaporous
grey specters meander
casting their spells
as the stream now swells
dreamlike
to carry me along
carry me away
in this foggiest day
haunting
while it again spills
into the hollow
vaporous
grey specters meander
casting their spells
as the stream now swells
dreamlike
to carry me along
carry me away
in this foggiest day
haunting
#secrets
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
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Tapestry
My words are a wool woven
a bolt of cloth forever cloven
yet again ever reunited
here within the poem
While thoughts do roam
going where they will
drifting with the spill
of a most sacred ink
As I once more see the link
between heart and mind
a most spiritual find
intertwined with my soul
Feeling that my whole
is more than just its parts
as the artistry now starts
to make itself known
Hours that have since flown
all of that precious time
cemented into rhyme
hung upon...
a bolt of cloth forever cloven
yet again ever reunited
here within the poem
While thoughts do roam
going where they will
drifting with the spill
of a most sacred ink
As I once more see the link
between heart and mind
a most spiritual find
intertwined with my soul
Feeling that my whole
is more than just its parts
as the artistry now starts
to make itself known
Hours that have since flown
all of that precious time
cemented into rhyme
hung upon...
#spiritual
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Writing Poetry