Long Poems About Writing Poetry
#WritingPoetry
Long poems about writing poetry. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:13pm
24th Jan 2025 2:13pm
paper boats
We who have comets as eyes,
leave us our voice in these voids
do not define me
The vanishing fairies
have told me to never leave
" do not repent our frolics, "
they tell me to walk light-footed
as they dance to sea music,
beguiled by them
The vanishing fairies sit by my side
their wings surround me as I speak
Tomorrow I will polish my three-tiered tiara
adjust it while the rain falls
and I write towards that point
within all horizons
where our...
leave us our voice in these voids
do not define me
The vanishing fairies
have told me to never leave
" do not repent our frolics, "
they tell me to walk light-footed
as they dance to sea music,
beguiled by them
The vanishing fairies sit by my side
their wings surround me as I speak
Tomorrow I will polish my three-tiered tiara
adjust it while the rain falls
and I write towards that point
within all horizons
where our...
#WritingPoetry
41 reads
6 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 12:30pm
23rd Jan 2025 12:30pm
Castles of the Forgotten
Castles of the Forgotten Shore
The wind shall shape the shifting sand,
In hills and valleys softly carved,
Children build, their castles grand,
A kingdom made with tender hands,
Where dreams are shaped by golden strands,
But waves will take them back to land.
The waves will take them back to land,
As wind blows softly through the sand.
The children’s dreams slip through their hands,
While castles crumble, soft and grand.
In silence, shadows fill the strands,
And all returns to sea and...
The wind shall shape the shifting sand,
In hills and valleys softly carved,
Children build, their castles grand,
A kingdom made with tender hands,
Where dreams are shaped by golden strands,
But waves will take them back to land.
The waves will take them back to land,
As wind blows softly through the sand.
The children’s dreams slip through their hands,
While castles crumble, soft and grand.
In silence, shadows fill the strands,
And all returns to sea and...
#LifeCycle
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
13 reads
0 Comments
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
48 reads
0 Comments
Daenerys_Targaryen
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 4:57pm
6th Jan 2025 4:57pm
Push and pull
#erotic
#lust
#porn
#sex
#WritingPoetry
305 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 12:39pm
31st Dec 2024 12:39pm
Deeper Underground I Go
I can’t count the number
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#love
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
316 reads
16 Comments
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
43 reads
0 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...
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...
#WritingPoetry
169 reads
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
70 reads
0 Comments
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
117 reads
0 Comments
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
149 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
206 reads
1 Comment
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
104 reads
2 Comments
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