Least Read Poems About Writing Poetry
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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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The Wee Hours
They are the time of night
when I love to write
when the world is still
allowing time for the poem
As I let my mind roam
from wherever I may be
adrift on the crystalline sea
of poetic dreams
Where life is not what it seems
but is merely as it is
the champagne with its fizz
pregnant with all its possibility
when I love to write
when the world is still
allowing time for the poem
As I let my mind roam
from wherever I may be
adrift on the crystalline sea
of poetic dreams
Where life is not what it seems
but is merely as it is
the champagne with its fizz
pregnant with all its possibility
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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Bastion
Mighty walls protecting hallowed halls
command a view of all below
the high rise and fall
of the truest daily tides
So many ships with flags
as each one now brags
about the brave battles won
the places faraway seen
While a blue bejeweled sea
whispers soft to me
about the days to come
the lands that do await
Tales of blazing adventure
no one can ever censor
this spirit of the quest
haunts these very streets
Yet still a place to spill
a most completive ink
allowing me to again...
command a view of all below
the high rise and fall
of the truest daily tides
So many ships with flags
as each one now brags
about the brave battles won
the places faraway seen
While a blue bejeweled sea
whispers soft to me
about the days to come
the lands that do await
Tales of blazing adventure
no one can ever censor
this spirit of the quest
haunts these very streets
Yet still a place to spill
a most completive ink
allowing me to again...
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#mythology
#travel
#tradition
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Refracting
The light of my life
bends through the lens
of my poetry
how the words refract
More than mere fact
while the lines do flow
sharing all I know
all that I continue to believe
Losses I still grieve
sorrows for which I weep
all of these things still keep
their place in my heart
Yet longing to restart
find some new way
to wake up each day
set out on a different path
Switch to joy from wrath
while I continue my journey
from cradle to gurney
so exacting...
bends through the lens
of my poetry
how the words refract
More than mere fact
while the lines do flow
sharing all I know
all that I continue to believe
Losses I still grieve
sorrows for which I weep
all of these things still keep
their place in my heart
Yet longing to restart
find some new way
to wake up each day
set out on a different path
Switch to joy from wrath
while I continue my journey
from cradle to gurney
so exacting...
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Inking
A thick splash of ink
does make me rethink
make me again feel
the thrilling spill of the write
Bathed in the viscous flow
still left willing to know
all that there is...
all that there may be
Thoughts become words
words become lines
how each one then defines
the essence of who I am
Put it down on the page
whether pure folly or sage
left as indelible proof
that I was once here
How I did willfully roam
in pursuit of the poem
lived a life that was brinking ...
does make me rethink
make me again feel
the thrilling spill of the write
Bathed in the viscous flow
still left willing to know
all that there is...
all that there may be
Thoughts become words
words become lines
how each one then defines
the essence of who I am
Put it down on the page
whether pure folly or sage
left as indelible proof
that I was once here
How I did willfully roam
in pursuit of the poem
lived a life that was brinking ...
#conflict
#rhyming
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Adept
So many secrets now kept
dreams that I have slept
slowly reawakening
coming to the surface
Still deft are these hands
that fulfill these commands
set into motion...
things perhaps left better undone
With all of these many sins
while each one now begins
to make itself known
to reassert its sole dominion
For in the dark human mind
remains so much to find
to forever explore
such deep twisting caverns
Where one deeply delves ...
dreams that I have slept
slowly reawakening
coming to the surface
Still deft are these hands
that fulfill these commands
set into motion...
things perhaps left better undone
With all of these many sins
while each one now begins
to make itself known
to reassert its sole dominion
For in the dark human mind
remains so much to find
to forever explore
such deep twisting caverns
Where one deeply delves ...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#seductive
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Stone Labyrinth
Each step between the stones
descends a little deeper
for delving deep within
allows the journey to begin
Leaving all questions behind
in the hope to finally find
something like a simile
perhaps a lurking metaphor
All the while I walk along
my words in search of song
loose lines in need of poetry
to guide me on my way
Starting out far and wide
yet collapsing deep inside
from the gravity of introspection
the heft of...
descends a little deeper
for delving deep within
allows the journey to begin
Leaving all questions behind
in the hope to finally find
something like a simile
perhaps a lurking metaphor
All the while I walk along
my words in search of song
loose lines in need of poetry
to guide me on my way
Starting out far and wide
yet collapsing deep inside
from the gravity of introspection
the heft of...
#spiritual
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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San Francisco
My sweet city by the bay
does things in its own way
bathed in a cool chill
in lightly salted air
For each long broad street
is always ready to meet
the promise of this morning
the hope of each new day
While the clanks and bells
of the cable car tells
many sorted stories
many forgotten tales
I come here now to lose
my uptight East Coast self ...
does things in its own way
bathed in a cool chill
in lightly salted air
For each long broad street
is always ready to meet
the promise of this morning
the hope of each new day
While the clanks and bells
of the cable car tells
many sorted stories
many forgotten tales
I come here now to lose
my uptight East Coast self ...
#city
#sea
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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Distant Winds
I love how these distant winds
seem to always wind
seem to always find
these still sagging sails
Their calls from far away
echoing as if to now say
strike out beyond the reef
break beyond these breakers
Set a bold new course ahead
beyond any mere books I have read
seem to always wind
seem to always find
these still sagging sails
Their calls from far away
echoing as if to now say
strike out beyond the reef
break beyond these breakers
Set a bold new course ahead
beyond any mere books I have read
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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Volume of Verse
For better or worse
It seems I am a volume of verse
Filled within with rhyme
Left here to bleed over time
A mere collection of poems
Crafted by one who roams
In search of some sign
Woven deep inside each lonely line
Now having only just begun
To pen beneath a watchful sun
I listen to the soft seabreeze
As it retells of lush languid trees
Of gentle journeys far away
Where my words can finally say
Something truly for themselves
Live a life beyond empty shelves
...
It seems I am a volume of verse
Filled within with rhyme
Left here to bleed over time
A mere collection of poems
Crafted by one who roams
In search of some sign
Woven deep inside each lonely line
Now having only just begun
To pen beneath a watchful sun
I listen to the soft seabreeze
As it retells of lush languid trees
Of gentle journeys far away
Where my words can finally say
Something truly for themselves
Live a life beyond empty shelves
...
#books
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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Masquerader
I keep an arsenal of smiles
love how each then beguiles
plays in its own select way
For any occasion of the day
whether a charade or parade
all the best plans are then laid
While I still save my sorrow
for the poetry of tomorrow
making sure everyone knows
Only my most perky prose
all my witty gritty lines
are meant to deflect the rain
Duct taping all of my pain
wounds large and small
fast against each stanza wall
love how each then beguiles
plays in its own select way
For any occasion of the day
whether a charade or parade
all the best plans are then laid
While I still save my sorrow
for the poetry of tomorrow
making sure everyone knows
Only my most perky prose
all my witty gritty lines
are meant to deflect the rain
Duct taping all of my pain
wounds large and small
fast against each stanza wall
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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Indelible Ink
Finding myself deep in the night
with so much left now to write
darkness again lights my way
shadows fill the void
as whispered words are heard
fine lines forever blurred
for I seek somehow to find
what lurks only in my mind
shed my inks upon the page
let the moment flow
while I follow where it will go
write to the brink in indelible ink
with so much left now to write
darkness again lights my way
shadows fill the void
as whispered words are heard
fine lines forever blurred
for I seek somehow to find
what lurks only in my mind
shed my inks upon the page
let the moment flow
while I follow where it will go
write to the brink in indelible ink
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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