Least Read Poems About Writing Poetry
#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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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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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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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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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:54am
Yesterday 8:54am
Poets are all sadists masquerading as the avant-garde
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Writing of beauty
in the face of adversity
ethereal words
transcendental pain
How we overcome
the evil of others
baring our souls
naked and unafraid
Look at me
suffering for these words
on good days
writing of agony
On the bad days
reveling in the morass
of entropy
mining pain
conveying despondency
The thought
what a bunch of masochists
look deeper
sharing just enough
to elicit shattered hopes
often written in blood
...
Writing of beauty
in the face of adversity
ethereal words
transcendental pain
How we overcome
the evil of others
baring our souls
naked and unafraid
Look at me
suffering for these words
on good days
writing of agony
On the bad days
reveling in the morass
of entropy
mining pain
conveying despondency
The thought
what a bunch of masochists
look deeper
sharing just enough
to elicit shattered hopes
often written in blood
...
#WritingPoetry
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
7th Nov 2019 1:52am
7th Nov 2019 1:52am
A Poets Pen
Intellectuals could spawn manifestations,
Solidify wishes like soberness of a thinker,
Story tellers of in-depth cultures,
Infatuated by desires of candidates,
Manipulates visions,
While dreams are captivated and broadcasted,
Gave birth to what was once heritage of the land,
Distance truth, an elegiac call of influences,
Black and blue once in a while,
Mutual minds for motivation,
Inscription, a reason beyond justification
Solidify wishes like soberness of a thinker,
Story tellers of in-depth cultures,
Infatuated by desires of candidates,
Manipulates visions,
While dreams are captivated and broadcasted,
Gave birth to what was once heritage of the land,
Distance truth, an elegiac call of influences,
Black and blue once in a while,
Mutual minds for motivation,
Inscription, a reason beyond justification
#WritingPoetry
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 7:55am
13th Nov 2024 7:55am
The Masterful Art Of Word Craft
In the quiet halls of poetry and the masterful art of word craft , the words of ancient hands linger still, timeless as if they were written this very day, these voices that never cursed the page but carved in virtues, with reverent care their pain, sorrows, loves, an wonderment.
Here, in these worn lines, is the proof:
that beauty and depth do not call for rage or
for vulgarity clothed as art, or to be rebellious going for the shock of a sudden strike of foul words, this is like a brick thrown through the window and for such things, these word cannot last or find...
Here, in these worn lines, is the proof:
that beauty and depth do not call for rage or
for vulgarity clothed as art, or to be rebellious going for the shock of a sudden strike of foul words, this is like a brick thrown through the window and for such things, these word cannot last or find...
#inspirational
#LifeStruggles
#love
#respect
#WritingPoetry
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missjem56
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 12:53pm
26th Dec 2024 12:53pm
What A Pen And Ink!
I prefer
writing in ink
As quick,
as i can think
Typing
on a keyboard
Is a big
no! no!
As my
typing
Is way
to slow!
by Jemia
writing in ink
As quick,
as i can think
Typing
on a keyboard
Is a big
no! no!
As my
typing
Is way
to slow!
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#WritingPoetry
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 10:00pm
1st Jan 2025 10:00pm
Poetic Soul
The poetic soul sees beyond the horizon, looking through the depths of the ocean,
With lenses of moonstone to touch what’s hidden from the naked eye.
Drifting along waves of wonders and clouds of thoughts, drawing closer
To the universe’s core to peel back the blue mantles of the sky.
A gift ever so tender, painting poiesis into a bubble to wear,
Breathing life into objects so they become more, a company for the living.
Poetry’s a voice for the quietude that longs to be set free with the tide,
Words for the unspoken side, weaving an art...
With lenses of moonstone to touch what’s hidden from the naked eye.
Drifting along waves of wonders and clouds of thoughts, drawing closer
To the universe’s core to peel back the blue mantles of the sky.
A gift ever so tender, painting poiesis into a bubble to wear,
Breathing life into objects so they become more, a company for the living.
Poetry’s a voice for the quietude that longs to be set free with the tide,
Words for the unspoken side, weaving an art...
#WritingPoetry
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missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 12:19pm
3rd Jan 2025 12:19pm
I Nose My Prose!
Words flow from me
Like a runny nose
Fluid inspiration
Like nasal condensation
However: a blocked nose
Is no good for prose
It all goes skew-whiff
If you can't even sniff
And if one sneezes
Words flow quickly on the breezes
Scattered, wild, and untamed
Passions now contagious, and inflamed
I'll follow my instincts, and not my nose
Where this will take me, nobody knows
So i'll have a quick snifter, not a sniff
Liquid inspiration, as i fall off a cliff
My instincts proved, thus to be wrong ...
Like a runny nose
Fluid inspiration
Like nasal condensation
However: a blocked nose
Is no good for prose
It all goes skew-whiff
If you can't even sniff
And if one sneezes
Words flow quickly on the breezes
Scattered, wild, and untamed
Passions now contagious, and inflamed
I'll follow my instincts, and not my nose
Where this will take me, nobody knows
So i'll have a quick snifter, not a sniff
Liquid inspiration, as i fall off a cliff
My instincts proved, thus to be wrong ...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#parody
#satirical
#WritingPoetry
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
11th Jan 2020 3:05am
11th Jan 2020 3:05am
Poet's Crush On A Poet Crush
I’m not the type to let my guard down so easily,
But when i see your name popup and my update
Shows your last post,
It’s like my heart wants to jump and melt,
in front Of the screen while I read your senses rise so vividly,
The way you make my cheeks upset,
For continuous smiles that your alphabet evoked,
I can’t help it but dream of a night filled with scribbled puzzles
Of you and me when we collaborate on a sensual intimacy of rhythmic,
Flow of movement, we danced together on this platform,
The way you make my mind go wild and insanely...
But when i see your name popup and my update
Shows your last post,
It’s like my heart wants to jump and melt,
in front Of the screen while I read your senses rise so vividly,
The way you make my cheeks upset,
For continuous smiles that your alphabet evoked,
I can’t help it but dream of a night filled with scribbled puzzles
Of you and me when we collaborate on a sensual intimacy of rhythmic,
Flow of movement, we danced together on this platform,
The way you make my mind go wild and insanely...
#kindness
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#FallingInLove
#crush
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