Poems about Writing Poetry
#WritingPoetry
Poems about writing poetry examine style, form, composition and language. Also, poetry about the writing process and what it means to write a poem.
Xaphan
Poem Published
Today 11:52am
Today 11:52am
Poetry From The Darkside
Evil monsters lurk within and they lurk to reap
They're in my mind and they're mine to keep
They'll hide from light, but when darkness grows
They'll whisper incantations, in lines of prose
They're always there, but not well defined
But the spells they cast, are to blow my mind
They're cloak and dagger, unreal, but stark
And so grotesque, they'll manifest the dark
They feed off nightmares, they feed off fear
I can hear their vile verses, for they are here
Their poetry from the darkside, is meant for me
For in my direst...
They're in my mind and they're mine to keep
They'll hide from light, but when darkness grows
They'll whisper incantations, in lines of prose
They're always there, but not well defined
But the spells they cast, are to blow my mind
They're cloak and dagger, unreal, but stark
And so grotesque, they'll manifest the dark
They feed off nightmares, they feed off fear
I can hear their vile verses, for they are here
Their poetry from the darkside, is meant for me
For in my direst...
#dark
#death
#monsters
#nightmares
#WritingPoetry
18 reads
adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:18pm
Yesterday 4:18pm
Footnotes Knocking
Of innuendos and footnotes knocking
a shadow at my door harmonizing
like a ghost on a carousel
riding a pony, crucified frog notes
of innuendos and footnotes
a shadow at my door harmonizing
like a ghost on a carousel
riding a pony, crucified frog notes
of innuendos and footnotes
#aging
#philosophical
#WritingPoetry
39 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 3:33pm
8th Feb 2025 3:33pm
Hold My Beer
🍺
I didn't know how to gracefully release
an emotional undercurrent
in a manner that was clear
and concise
without becoming the monster I hate
Until the Poem said, Pssst. . .
Hold my beer.
I didn't know how to gracefully release
an emotional undercurrent
in a manner that was clear
and concise
without becoming the monster I hate
Until the Poem said, Pssst. . .
Hold my beer.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#minimalist
#WritingPoetry
90 reads
11 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 10:12pm
7th Feb 2025 10:12pm
The game
Let's play a game
Named poetry
The eyes shine
Hands are restless
Let's play a game
Made of pieces of soul.
Named poetry
The eyes shine
Hands are restless
Let's play a game
Made of pieces of soul.
#WritingPoetry
51 reads
2 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 6:39pm
7th Feb 2025 6:39pm
A Poet’s Ever Tweet
A rose, in the hands of God, lays her fate
As seasons cease not shake and shape
Those are Nature creed, obey and not berate
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't debate.
Pains that affect the heart, we do feel once
As deep they might dig, the pleasure is immense
Time when slow to meet a wish, the ache intense
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't make sense.
A rhymer lays bare the fine music of verse
Mother nature would fill a heart and wounds nurse
Uphold Beauty and in the wonders of poetry the soul immerse
Wisdom, in a blessed...
As seasons cease not shake and shape
Those are Nature creed, obey and not berate
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't debate.
Pains that affect the heart, we do feel once
As deep they might dig, the pleasure is immense
Time when slow to meet a wish, the ache intense
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't make sense.
A rhymer lays bare the fine music of verse
Mother nature would fill a heart and wounds nurse
Uphold Beauty and in the wonders of poetry the soul immerse
Wisdom, in a blessed...
#admiration
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#wisdom
#WritingPoetry
59 reads
6 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 00:32am
7th Feb 2025 00:32am
My Time
I want to be me again,
To dance in the street, no
shame, no end, Who cares if
anyone's watching?
This is my moment, my joy,
my trend.
I long to hike alone, Just me,
the sky, the earth, the unknown,
The fresh air whispers my name,
As I embrace the peace
I’ve never known.
So close the door, don’t try to follow,
This is my time, my heart's
hollow— Filling now with laughter,
with light, With moments that
make everything right.
I’ll visit Austin, feel the carnival glow,
Let the...
To dance in the street, no
shame, no end, Who cares if
anyone's watching?
This is my moment, my joy,
my trend.
I long to hike alone, Just me,
the sky, the earth, the unknown,
The fresh air whispers my name,
As I embrace the peace
I’ve never known.
So close the door, don’t try to follow,
This is my time, my heart's
hollow— Filling now with laughter,
with light, With moments that
make everything right.
I’ll visit Austin, feel the carnival glow,
Let the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
#WritingPoetry
53 reads
1 Comment
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 4:28pm
6th Feb 2025 4:28pm
Cigarette Redux
Your cigarette
Smelled like the late 1970's
Camel unfiltered
At the bar at the beachfront
A certain kind of haze
My eyes fell on you
Talking Heads on the jukebox
Life During Wartime played
Sweat, glaze, punk freedom
Defiance and glory
Our late youth unfolding
Into something nevermore
Smelled like the late 1970's
Camel unfiltered
At the bar at the beachfront
A certain kind of haze
My eyes fell on you
Talking Heads on the jukebox
Life During Wartime played
Sweat, glaze, punk freedom
Defiance and glory
Our late youth unfolding
Into something nevermore
#memories
#music
#PopCulture
#SelfReflection
#WritingPoetry
102 reads
19 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 3:41pm
6th Feb 2025 3:41pm
Random Thoughts
Winds howl through my ears
empty voices, empty rules,
dust beneath my feet.
Stars burn, mountains fall,
yet still they beg me to care.
I just light my smoke.
empty voices, empty rules,
dust beneath my feet.
Stars burn, mountains fall,
yet still they beg me to care.
I just light my smoke.
#WritingPoetry
28 reads
0 Comments
mingomingus
SamTheSlam
SamTheSlam
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 5:02am
6th Feb 2025 5:02am
Not That Kind Of Writer
I will never write like Bukowski
because I did not have a hard life
I will never write like Ginsburg
because Moloch is not my daemon
I will never write like Angelou
because I am not phenomenal when I rise
I will never write like Rumi
because I gave up looking for Shams a long time ago
No, I am not that kind of writer
and yet, that kind of writer helped me find the one I am
2-5-2025
because I did not have a hard life
I will never write like Ginsburg
because Moloch is not my daemon
I will never write like Angelou
because I am not phenomenal when I rise
I will never write like Rumi
because I gave up looking for Shams a long time ago
No, I am not that kind of writer
and yet, that kind of writer helped me find the one I am
2-5-2025
#WritingPoetry
50 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 11:40pm
5th Feb 2025 11:40pm
my only criticism
violence sex extreme emotion
has all gone on for quite a while,
so perhaps don’t focus on the content/subject
so much as the author’s style ..
has all gone on for quite a while,
so perhaps don’t focus on the content/subject
so much as the author’s style ..
#WritingPoetry
54 reads
5 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 7:18pm
5th Feb 2025 7:18pm
Art for Art’s Sake
I do not write to carve my name in stone,
nor sing for echoes in a crowded hall.
I let the melodies guide me alone,
not chasing gold—just heeding music’s call.
The rise and fall, the pulse, the breath, the sound,
the way a chord can lift or break a heart,
the way a note can wrap the soul around—
that’s why I sing, that’s why I play my part.
I paint not to be Michelangelo,
nor sculpt a legacy in strokes and hue.
I love the way the colors ebb and flow,
how crimson bleeds into the ocean blue.
The way the brush moves freely on the...
nor sing for echoes in a crowded hall.
I let the melodies guide me alone,
not chasing gold—just heeding music’s call.
The rise and fall, the pulse, the breath, the sound,
the way a chord can lift or break a heart,
the way a note can wrap the soul around—
that’s why I sing, that’s why I play my part.
I paint not to be Michelangelo,
nor sculpt a legacy in strokes and hue.
I love the way the colors ebb and flow,
how crimson bleeds into the ocean blue.
The way the brush moves freely on the...
#art
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
23 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 1:38pm
5th Feb 2025 1:38pm
Inkbrella
Ink becomes our strongest guard
and stories forge our strength
while words shield us from pain.
In every verse a fortress is built
against the storms that life will send.
With every line our souls are filled,
in writing we find a friend.
Our pen, a sword that cuts through dark.
Defends the heart from sorrow's bite.
With ink, we leave a lasting mark,
a beacon in the night.
and stories forge our strength
while words shield us from pain.
In every verse a fortress is built
against the storms that life will send.
With every line our souls are filled,
in writing we find a friend.
Our pen, a sword that cuts through dark.
Defends the heart from sorrow's bite.
With ink, we leave a lasting mark,
a beacon in the night.
#love
#support
#WritingPoetry
49 reads
6 Comments
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