Least Read Poems About Writing Poetry
#WritingPoetry
Least read poems about writing poetry. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
21st May 2024 5:51pm
21st May 2024 5:51pm
Stranded
Have you ever been in the desert
Surrounded by water?
Wanting something to drink
but it would never quench.
Hypnotized by thought's
"if I can just..."
You try to dive in,
just to be guided back.
Surrounded by water?
Wanting something to drink
but it would never quench.
Hypnotized by thought's
"if I can just..."
You try to dive in,
just to be guided back.
#job
#minimalist
#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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Ljdynamic
Poem Published
16th May 2022 3:23am
16th May 2022 3:23am
The Negative Aspect
All the good is gone.
Slices of silver lining
turn into ashes.
Flashes of moments shatter
with a cascade of tear drops.
Slices of silver lining
turn into ashes.
Flashes of moments shatter
with a cascade of tear drops.
#sadness
#WritingPoetry
#tanka
44 reads
22 Comments
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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NP_NP
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 8:23pm
18th Jan 2025 8:23pm
The Infamous White Rabbit
There you are, my white rabbit,
Told not to follow,
yet here I am, defiant.
The playboy in Psycho Bunny
threads, With Bad Bunny’s beats
spinning in my head. I circle,
dizzy in this whirlpool of bunnies,
Chasing you through shifting
realities, My thoughts rattle
like spray cans—
Echoes of a world not fully
understood.
Sit with me in silence,
watch Bugs and his crew,
Looney Tunes flicker in the periphery,
As I shift, a half-dreaming
power source, My heart still hums,
though not in...
Told not to follow,
yet here I am, defiant.
The playboy in Psycho Bunny
threads, With Bad Bunny’s beats
spinning in my head. I circle,
dizzy in this whirlpool of bunnies,
Chasing you through shifting
realities, My thoughts rattle
like spray cans—
Echoes of a world not fully
understood.
Sit with me in silence,
watch Bugs and his crew,
Looney Tunes flicker in the periphery,
As I shift, a half-dreaming
power source, My heart still hums,
though not in...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#scifi
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:58pm
27th Nov 2024 8:58pm
Rumbled
I rumbled
And rumbled
A ghost intoxicated with its light.
And rumbled
A ghost intoxicated with its light.
#WritingPoetry
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Inverted_poet29
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 7:14pm
7th Jan 2025 7:14pm
A Picture in Words
They say a picture’s worth a thousand tales,
But what if the brush in your hand fails?
If canvas stays blank, colors don’t appear,
Yet your mind holds visions, vivid and clear.
With words as your palette, you start to create,
Each phrase a stroke, shaping fate,
You paint with whispers, you draw with sound,
In the listener’s heart, your art is found.
A thousand words, they say, a picture might be,
But what if your words set the soul free?
Each sentence a color, each line a hue,
Crafting a masterpiece, unique...
But what if the brush in your hand fails?
If canvas stays blank, colors don’t appear,
Yet your mind holds visions, vivid and clear.
With words as your palette, you start to create,
Each phrase a stroke, shaping fate,
You paint with whispers, you draw with sound,
In the listener’s heart, your art is found.
A thousand words, they say, a picture might be,
But what if your words set the soul free?
Each sentence a color, each line a hue,
Crafting a masterpiece, unique...
#emotions
#happiness
#love
#passion
#WritingPoetry
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 7:54pm
17th Jan 2025 7:54pm
Creating poetry
Confessions on water,
Like drawings sculpted in cave.
Like the hair of the girl entangled on the lovers hand
Ribs of the running deer,
Caught on the dearest tree of the forest.
Memory out of lust!
Like drawings sculpted in cave.
Like the hair of the girl entangled on the lovers hand
Ribs of the running deer,
Caught on the dearest tree of the forest.
Memory out of lust!
#WritingPoetry
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Alois_inwriting02
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 6:42am
27th Nov 2024 6:42am
Puer Aeternus, or the lost boy
My puissance drips from
thorns of a blackberry
blossom—
always enamored
by the ephemeral elegance,
I suppose.
and whose fucking
laurels am I to
be
resting upon,
exactly?
tripped up in
double Dutch
propped up on
a
broken
crutch…
An unwieldy pen
twirling
between my digits
hangs suspended:
the A-Bomb.
If dropped, its
heavy particulate
matter will
irradiate the smog
that blankets thick over my
anaretic brain.
thorns of a blackberry
blossom—
always enamored
by the ephemeral elegance,
I suppose.
and whose fucking
laurels am I to
be
resting upon,
exactly?
tripped up in
double Dutch
propped up on
a
broken
crutch…
An unwieldy pen
twirling
between my digits
hangs suspended:
the A-Bomb.
If dropped, its
heavy particulate
matter will
irradiate the smog
that blankets thick over my
anaretic brain.
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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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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jonesy333
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 2:12am
20th Dec 2024 2:12am
The Man in the Mirror
The Demons constantly are chasing me
when I'm awake; they never give me rest!
Their awful glaring eyes, most horribly
I see, as if indeed I am possessed
by Devils from the darkest depths of hell
who want to kill me, see me lying dead,
who, worse, their wicked evil schemes they tell
and put their hateful notions in my head.
It's only when I sleep that I escape
their torments, only then I gain release
from agonies in every hated shape,
it's only then that I can find some peace.
The Demons are myself,...
when I'm awake; they never give me rest!
Their awful glaring eyes, most horribly
I see, as if indeed I am possessed
by Devils from the darkest depths of hell
who want to kill me, see me lying dead,
who, worse, their wicked evil schemes they tell
and put their hateful notions in my head.
It's only when I sleep that I escape
their torments, only then I gain release
from agonies in every hated shape,
it's only then that I can find some peace.
The Demons are myself,...
#WritingPoetry
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msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 8:13pm
28th Nov 2024 8:13pm
Don't Rain on my Parade
Don't Rain on my Parade,
You are not gonna rob my joy,
So, just get on out of my way,
Since you want to be a Killjoy.
I am Here to have a good time,
Not moping around looking all Sad,
I want some EXCITEMENT, now THRILL ME!!!
SHOW ME GREATEST TIME I HAVE EVER HAD!!!
I am having SUCH A BLAST,
the most FUN IS CLEARLY SHOWN,
If you didn't want to HANG THEN,
You should have stayed yourself at HOME!!!
You are so DULL and so BORING,
I am having a Grand Time, SO SORRY!!!
I'm not letting you bring me down, ...
You are not gonna rob my joy,
So, just get on out of my way,
Since you want to be a Killjoy.
I am Here to have a good time,
Not moping around looking all Sad,
I want some EXCITEMENT, now THRILL ME!!!
SHOW ME GREATEST TIME I HAVE EVER HAD!!!
I am having SUCH A BLAST,
the most FUN IS CLEARLY SHOWN,
If you didn't want to HANG THEN,
You should have stayed yourself at HOME!!!
You are so DULL and so BORING,
I am having a Grand Time, SO SORRY!!!
I'm not letting you bring me down, ...
#WritingPoetry
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