Long Poems About Writing Poetry
#WritingPoetry
Long poems about writing poetry. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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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ajay
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 5:56pm
9th Nov 2024 5:56pm
'... but their Hearts dance on!'
Come on! Get up!' their Hearts called out,
'Get up and dance around!'
'Sod off!' they said. 'We're knackered now!
We're staying sofa-bound!
'Our dancing days have come and gone,
and we just want to rest.
Our poor old knees are creaking now,
they've lost their spring, they've lost their Wow!
and we're long past our best.
'There was a time, in distant days,
when we were young and fit,
but now we're old and tired and grey,
our dancing days are far away,
and we're both well...
'Get up and dance around!'
'Sod off!' they said. 'We're knackered now!
We're staying sofa-bound!
'Our dancing days have come and gone,
and we just want to rest.
Our poor old knees are creaking now,
they've lost their spring, they've lost their Wow!
and we're long past our best.
'There was a time, in distant days,
when we were young and fit,
but now we're old and tired and grey,
our dancing days are far away,
and we're both well...
#WritingPoetry
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Naajir
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 7:24pm
26th Oct 2024 7:24pm
The Vanguard
The thing I love most about writing Poetry is that
...it makes me feel Human
There's something so....so...sooo
...Restorative about it
Akin to a grounding effect
....a safe space where all of my Barbed Wires
Can vibe in Peace and Purity
...almost like a Seance
Of sorts...
......where a streamline of Dreamed Affirmations
Morph into Bonafide Confirmations...
And then...ahhhh...and then
Let's...
...it makes me feel Human
There's something so....so...sooo
...Restorative about it
Akin to a grounding effect
....a safe space where all of my Barbed Wires
Can vibe in Peace and Purity
...almost like a Seance
Of sorts...
......where a streamline of Dreamed Affirmations
Morph into Bonafide Confirmations...
And then...ahhhh...and then
Let's...
#friendship
#gratitude
#spiritual
#travel
#WritingPoetry
217 reads
4 Comments
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 10:57pm
24th Oct 2024 10:57pm
I Wrote of writers today, today
Wanting hearts pulse at tepid pace in fingers that run across hastily inked planes, where listless, blind, complainers feign smart and hold the word creative, claimed
By straining, linking unrelated trains of thought that carry waves of brains on wheels of rot to the place where myriads of bad ideas coughed up atop the page, splash and stray, crash and break
As they relate like oil spills to floors of lakes and spades to rakes, as some dig deep through soul to vibrantly paint and others' teeth take bits washed ashore, long having sat to bake, to bind and sell and...
By straining, linking unrelated trains of thought that carry waves of brains on wheels of rot to the place where myriads of bad ideas coughed up atop the page, splash and stray, crash and break
As they relate like oil spills to floors of lakes and spades to rakes, as some dig deep through soul to vibrantly paint and others' teeth take bits washed ashore, long having sat to bake, to bind and sell and...
#WritingPoetry
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6 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 11:34pm
16th Oct 2024 11:34pm
COUNTERWEIGHT OFF THE TAIL ME BOYS (Fri., 10-11-2024; Palm Springs, California)
just counterweight
off
the tail
me boys
just counterweight
off
the tail
or in other
words
to put it
more simply
just counterweight
off
the tail
me boys
counterweight
off
the
t
a
i
l
for i m afraid
there may not be
much
left of me
afterwards
here tonight
beyond
the resonant echo s
widely spreading...
off
the tail
me boys
just counterweight
off
the tail
or in other
words
to put it
more simply
just counterweight
off
the tail
me boys
counterweight
off
the
t
a
i
l
for i m afraid
there may not be
much
left of me
afterwards
here tonight
beyond
the resonant echo s
widely spreading...
#courage
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#heroic
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
12th Sep 2024 3:37am
12th Sep 2024 3:37am
SUBCONSCIOUS INNER SKETCHINGS BEYOND THE VEIL OF MASKLESS TIME (4:00am, 8-17-2001; Galveston Island, Texas)
stirred up from out of
stone deep sleep
i suddenly find myself
somewhere between
still half asleep
and half awake
stumbling through
three rooms of darkness
to quench my body s
inner call of thirst
which lured me up
from out of my now already
unremembered dreams
into this present limbo
of silent blankness
everywhere all around me
with my eyes still lightly closed
my bare feet carefully feel
each softly carpeted step
as i make my braille like...
stone deep sleep
i suddenly find myself
somewhere between
still half asleep
and half awake
stumbling through
three rooms of darkness
to quench my body s
inner call of thirst
which lured me up
from out of my now already
unremembered dreams
into this present limbo
of silent blankness
everywhere all around me
with my eyes still lightly closed
my bare feet carefully feel
each softly carpeted step
as i make my braille like...
#identity
#insomnia
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
#WritingPoetry
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The_Nun_Runner
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 6:47pm
7th Sep 2024 6:47pm
Half Past Dead And Broken (Only Bitches Talk Shit)
Fake poser where you stand
I blocked your two cent ass because you came off as someone who really think I give a damn
Down Lassie, you are broken and still on my words, just a chokin
You mother and father are your toys to love, not me
You are not high enough to understand my pedigree
No time to play with a slutty cunt with let the shit be real
Yeah, I’m assassinating, and in the heat of the rumple, you will feel
I don’t exist
Want you gonna do trick
As I expected... not shit ...
I blocked your two cent ass because you came off as someone who really think I give a damn
Down Lassie, you are broken and still on my words, just a chokin
You mother and father are your toys to love, not me
You are not high enough to understand my pedigree
No time to play with a slutty cunt with let the shit be real
Yeah, I’m assassinating, and in the heat of the rumple, you will feel
I don’t exist
Want you gonna do trick
As I expected... not shit ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
135 reads
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 4:01am
2nd Sep 2024 4:01am
Monocline
Lay to rest these childish sins,
from gone to ground in quaking dirt
I handhold to sounds -
a bicker & sway for skinning high,
the cry, the climb,
dangling tired;
the scrape, the joy, the blood,
the will, the nerve,
the shame...a wonderful
place to die, this was all
excellent! but
abandon hope
ye who enter:
blessing & curses,
colors & prayers
are a terrible comfort,
a place to do circles in....
a grip on the wound
of a festering pride,
...
from gone to ground in quaking dirt
I handhold to sounds -
a bicker & sway for skinning high,
the cry, the climb,
dangling tired;
the scrape, the joy, the blood,
the will, the nerve,
the shame...a wonderful
place to die, this was all
excellent! but
abandon hope
ye who enter:
blessing & curses,
colors & prayers
are a terrible comfort,
a place to do circles in....
a grip on the wound
of a festering pride,
...
#FreeVerse
#WritingPoetry
181 reads
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Nixprty
Poem Published
12th Aug 2024 3:59pm
12th Aug 2024 3:59pm
Unposted Poems I
1.
There’s only so far I can run,
Before it would’ve been better to just have been thrown.
2.
Seven minutes later,
Lapping up the sea water.
Running my hand through the reflection,
Watching the ripples distort my face looking back.
I cannot recognize my own eyes,
I cannot find my pupils.
Hand in hand,
I’ll get swept beneath the waves.
3.
I think I want to talk out of a second hole in my face,
in a language no one’s ever heard,
and using words that haven’t been...
There’s only so far I can run,
Before it would’ve been better to just have been thrown.
2.
Seven minutes later,
Lapping up the sea water.
Running my hand through the reflection,
Watching the ripples distort my face looking back.
I cannot recognize my own eyes,
I cannot find my pupils.
Hand in hand,
I’ll get swept beneath the waves.
3.
I think I want to talk out of a second hole in my face,
in a language no one’s ever heard,
and using words that haven’t been...
#WritingPoetry
77 reads
2 Comments
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 9:02am
9th Aug 2024 9:02am
Demon To The Light
Some babies throw shade at those laying in sun beams, me, I huck my own grade-A feces like grenades
with bare hands and then tell those too tanned to suck my thumbs clean
I am dumb mean ...
with bare hands and then tell those too tanned to suck my thumbs clean
I am dumb mean ...
#devil
#evil
#horror #WritingPoetry
#horror #WritingPoetry
137 reads
2 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 10:21pm
18th Jul 2024 10:21pm
Found words in (her) pleasure - blackout poem
There’s just something
perfect.
beautiful.
life-giving.
about.
you
I’m willing
to do it right.
your lips
kiss me
tongue
Artful
Purposeful
...
perfect.
beautiful.
life-giving.
about.
you
I’m willing
to do it right.
your lips
kiss me
tongue
Artful
Purposeful
...
#lover
#passion
#WritingPoetry #romantic
#WritingPoetry #romantic
367 reads
16 Comments
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 1:01am
14th Jul 2024 1:01am
Ten Years of Posting to The Day
Ten years of words
Ten years of rain
Ten years spent absurd
Ten venting in vain
Ten minutes of joy reigning
Then ruled by another
Ten years of pens smothered
Ten years of keys covered in
Grease and tears
From my veins weeping
Ten years with very few brothers,
friendless
Years flew by,
at times seemingly endless
and still my word relentless
Picked up the passion to pen while cutting grass
where a mind does wander
I imagine some of the greatest lines
come from fishers and...
Ten years of rain
Ten years spent absurd
Ten venting in vain
Ten minutes of joy reigning
Then ruled by another
Ten years of pens smothered
Ten years of keys covered in
Grease and tears
From my veins weeping
Ten years with very few brothers,
friendless
Years flew by,
at times seemingly endless
and still my word relentless
Picked up the passion to pen while cutting grass
where a mind does wander
I imagine some of the greatest lines
come from fishers and...
#birthday
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#anniversary
283 reads
6 Comments
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