Least Read Poems About Writing Poetry
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Blanketed
The freshly fallen snow
gathers on the ground
without making a sound
while winter winds blow
Covering up the world
under a white frozen drape
allowing me to escape
to where poetry is unfurled
Nestled in this ever-quiet time
while I continue pursuing rhyme
gathers on the ground
without making a sound
while winter winds blow
Covering up the world
under a white frozen drape
allowing me to escape
to where poetry is unfurled
Nestled in this ever-quiet time
while I continue pursuing rhyme
#winter
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Jagged Cliffs
So, how does one ever
climb on down
to lower prosaic ground
from such poetic heights
One step at a time
stumbling over rhyme
clinging to the edge
of some sharp line break
Only to begin once again
by dipping deep my pen
climb on down
to lower prosaic ground
from such poetic heights
One step at a time
stumbling over rhyme
clinging to the edge
of some sharp line break
Only to begin once again
by dipping deep my pen
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Poetic
Each spill a thrill
bleeding all over
the crisp virgin page
hoping it never, ever dries
bleeding all over
the crisp virgin page
hoping it never, ever dries
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Coalesce
In dreamlike streams
the words do flow
forever random
across the dark stark night
Inviting the write
in a most silent way
letting each word say
only what it will
Immerse in the spill
of an infinite ink
allowing me to sink
deep into muddy depths
Taking ever unsure steps
one at a time
following the rhyme
where it wants to go
Finally letting it show
unveil this painful travail
all that I must address
while the words now coalesce
the words do flow
forever random
across the dark stark night
Inviting the write
in a most silent way
letting each word say
only what it will
Immerse in the spill
of an infinite ink
allowing me to sink
deep into muddy depths
Taking ever unsure steps
one at a time
following the rhyme
where it wants to go
Finally letting it show
unveil this painful travail
all that I must address
while the words now coalesce
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Fell From Sky
Poetic response to “The Woman Who Fell
from the Sky” ~ Joy Harjo
The sky only drops the things
without their own wings
preferring self sufficiency
over any clemency
For life must be buoyant
if one is to be clairvoyant
see those
who lie in full repose
That is why Fell From Sky
has long hair
to lower her from there
safely to the sacred ground
Without making a sound
she recites her words
before the dwindling herds
blessing the buffaloes
Sharing all she knows ...
from the Sky” ~ Joy Harjo
The sky only drops the things
without their own wings
preferring self sufficiency
over any clemency
For life must be buoyant
if one is to be clairvoyant
see those
who lie in full repose
That is why Fell From Sky
has long hair
to lower her from there
safely to the sacred ground
Without making a sound
she recites her words
before the dwindling herds
blessing the buffaloes
Sharing all she knows ...
#sky
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
#mythology
#tradition
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Poemen
The cryptic word
does long to be heard
intent on seeming innocent
within these lines of verse
For better or for worse
these predictions
share their maledictions
in an ominous way
Unlike the words we say
the ones we now write
haunt the restless night
with each spill of bled ink
Leaving us on the brink
of eternal resurrection
or deep dark insurrection
depending on how we recite
A most perilous delight
blending us with its ending
a most literary omen
...
does long to be heard
intent on seeming innocent
within these lines of verse
For better or for worse
these predictions
share their maledictions
in an ominous way
Unlike the words we say
the ones we now write
haunt the restless night
with each spill of bled ink
Leaving us on the brink
of eternal resurrection
or deep dark insurrection
depending on how we recite
A most perilous delight
blending us with its ending
a most literary omen
...
#dark
#evil
#WritingPoetry
#magic
#curse
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Queen of Literature
Poetry is the queen of literature
It is what I write
how I delight
alone in a candlelit dark
when I finally embark
Using a literary hammer
to pound out the grammar
let the words make the rules
using just poetry's tools
Ride the line breaks
that the poem makes
taking the time
to savor each rhyme
Knowing deep inside
that the poem will abide
all of these things
ever light on poetic wings
Able to finally behold ...
It is what I write
how I delight
alone in a candlelit dark
when I finally embark
Using a literary hammer
to pound out the grammar
let the words make the rules
using just poetry's tools
Ride the line breaks
that the poem makes
taking the time
to savor each rhyme
Knowing deep inside
that the poem will abide
all of these things
ever light on poetic wings
Able to finally behold ...
#books
#rhyming
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Pinnacle
A most steadfast climb
this solitary life
doing the stark math
following this overgrown path
As I collect each shard
that others discard
making sense of senses
hoping down from the fences
A little bit at a time
feeling each new rhyme
what it has to say
what it has to share
Knowing that this life
can cut down like a knife
yet does apply the balm
whenever I seek calm
Bathed alone in the night
as I wrestle each new write
learn from every jagged plummet
still...
this solitary life
doing the stark math
following this overgrown path
As I collect each shard
that others discard
making sense of senses
hoping down from the fences
A little bit at a time
feeling each new rhyme
what it has to say
what it has to share
Knowing that this life
can cut down like a knife
yet does apply the balm
whenever I seek calm
Bathed alone in the night
as I wrestle each new write
learn from every jagged plummet
still...
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#WritingPoetry
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Arboreal Ways
I wish to learn their ways
share in the striving days
of the deciduous trees
learn their secret poetry
Be shaded by their leaves
these ever verdant sleeves
blocking rain or sun
providing an illuminating shade
While I tally up their rings
the mystery of common things
things that are softly said
but also those forever unsaid
For words left unspoken
are solemn promises broken
when the poet is mute
while the snowfall now looms
Knowing that an early frost
has such a bitter cost
a...
share in the striving days
of the deciduous trees
learn their secret poetry
Be shaded by their leaves
these ever verdant sleeves
blocking rain or sun
providing an illuminating shade
While I tally up their rings
the mystery of common things
things that are softly said
but also those forever unsaid
For words left unspoken
are solemn promises broken
when the poet is mute
while the snowfall now looms
Knowing that an early frost
has such a bitter cost
a...
#trees
#winter
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Molasses
The night drips down
smooth as syrup
dark as doubt
from the inside out
Taking its sweet time
unveiling the rhyme
always at its own pace
swirling in the black
For only those that know
the true creative flow
understand...
the role of gestation
Feelings again stir
while imagines again blur
leaving me here
still somewhat blinded
Waiting for each phrase
to cut through the haze
finally initiate the write
in this cold molasses night
smooth as syrup
dark as doubt
from the inside out
Taking its sweet time
unveiling the rhyme
always at its own pace
swirling in the black
For only those that know
the true creative flow
understand...
the role of gestation
Feelings again stir
while imagines again blur
leaving me here
still somewhat blinded
Waiting for each phrase
to cut through the haze
finally initiate the write
in this cold molasses night
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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Keen Edge
You strut your Rasta wear
and your suicide poem
and cross from a faith that died
before Jesus came" ~ Sarah McLachlan
The scene is very clean
from way up here
all that I fear
left now down below
So very easy then to go
to just leap...
to pill myself to sleep
leave behind this troubled mind
Be brave enough to find
the ever-resolving end
no longer having to pretend
I no longer thirst
Not dreading the worst
instead pulling it in tight
ready for this final...
and your suicide poem
and cross from a faith that died
before Jesus came" ~ Sarah McLachlan
The scene is very clean
from way up here
all that I fear
left now down below
So very easy then to go
to just leap...
to pill myself to sleep
leave behind this troubled mind
Be brave enough to find
the ever-resolving end
no longer having to pretend
I no longer thirst
Not dreading the worst
instead pulling it in tight
ready for this final...
#suicide
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
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Celtic Reflections
Distant crystal streams
are now just mere poetic dreams
left in my memory
left in all these tears
Glistening in the sun
each and every one
bringing a smile
bringing a hope
For deep within the glade
is an ever-pleasant shade
that hides me from it all
protects my secrets
As rapeseed blossoms spill
painting the nearby hill
in a splendid yellow hue
vibrant in their sheen
While their scent fills the air
with its sweet romantic flair
its own natural imperfections ...
are now just mere poetic dreams
left in my memory
left in all these tears
Glistening in the sun
each and every one
bringing a smile
bringing a hope
For deep within the glade
is an ever-pleasant shade
that hides me from it all
protects my secrets
As rapeseed blossoms spill
painting the nearby hill
in a splendid yellow hue
vibrant in their sheen
While their scent fills the air
with its sweet romantic flair
its own natural imperfections ...
#flowers
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Writing Poetry