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.
wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:04am
Yesterday 00:04am
The Great Big Canvas
When the grand fire in the sky goes to sleep
In the darkness comes a different kind of light
It watches us closer with that pale mystic hue
That glows softly and feels cooler in the night
But behind it there are others that seem further away
Twinkling like faint sparkles amidst ocean waves
They must be the gods who come to visit us in dreams
Those figures we must capture and illustrate in caves
Those distant lonely lights seem to send us a message
Telling tales and stories we have yet to understand
As we ponder and wonder about...
In the darkness comes a different kind of light
It watches us closer with that pale mystic hue
That glows softly and feels cooler in the night
But behind it there are others that seem further away
Twinkling like faint sparkles amidst ocean waves
They must be the gods who come to visit us in dreams
Those figures we must capture and illustrate in caves
Those distant lonely lights seem to send us a message
Telling tales and stories we have yet to understand
As we ponder and wonder about...
#inspirational
#stars
#universe
#uplifting
#WritingPoetry
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:04am
Yesterday 00:04am
The Ribbons and Her Darkness
Tranquility arrives around sunset
As a journey of some seventeen thousand days winds down
Reflection at this point is so poignant
That messages written in those stars above become clearer
Must be the nostalgia of it all
Time becomes precious and valued with each passing minute
Verses feel more empowered
When poets instinctively begin to compose their magnum opus
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As a journey of some seventeen thousand days winds down
Reflection at this point is so poignant
That messages written in those stars above become clearer
Must be the nostalgia of it all
Time becomes precious and valued with each passing minute
Verses feel more empowered
When poets instinctively begin to compose their magnum opus
58 Unique Words
59 Total
#acceptance
#death
#peace
#universe
#WritingPoetry
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1 Comment
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:56pm
Yesterday 11:56pm
Sacrifice
He said he hates poetry month
I take that as forewarning
I need to get my act together
and write poems in the morning.
I promised we'd have a date tonight --
it was even my idea!
But here I sit, trying to force
some poetic diarrhea.
It's not just chores that take a hit
when April rolls around --
workouts suffer, sleep does too,
relationships run aground.
Now I've stretched this rant past fifty words;
I'm done hurting for my art.
It's time to find a little romance
with the guy who holds my heart. ...
I take that as forewarning
I need to get my act together
and write poems in the morning.
I promised we'd have a date tonight --
it was even my idea!
But here I sit, trying to force
some poetic diarrhea.
It's not just chores that take a hit
when April rolls around --
workouts suffer, sleep does too,
relationships run aground.
Now I've stretched this rant past fifty words;
I'm done hurting for my art.
It's time to find a little romance
with the guy who holds my heart. ...
#marriage
#NaPoWriMo2024
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:56pm
Yesterday 6:56pm
When pen meets paper
Pen's romance with Paper
is an art in itself:
skating on the ice clad sheet
with a slender, smooth physique;
he twirls, whirls
strikes and curls,
glides ,slides
in curves and loops,
skimming across her
in passionate hoops;
waltzing away to their hearts' tunes
he carves beautiful calligraphy
prettier than rings of Saturn
or Jupiter's moons;
the sheet moans in sweet surrender
as the lover scribes poetry
on her skin so tender.
words most luscious
being written all over her;
she lays docile when...
is an art in itself:
skating on the ice clad sheet
with a slender, smooth physique;
he twirls, whirls
strikes and curls,
glides ,slides
in curves and loops,
skimming across her
in passionate hoops;
waltzing away to their hearts' tunes
he carves beautiful calligraphy
prettier than rings of Saturn
or Jupiter's moons;
the sheet moans in sweet surrender
as the lover scribes poetry
on her skin so tender.
words most luscious
being written all over her;
she lays docile when...
#WritingPoetry
41 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped Yesterday 3:17am
30th Jun 2020 00:58am
30th Jun 2020 00:58am
Master Baiter
#erotic
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry #dirty
#WritingPoetry #dirty
729 reads
10 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 8:04pm
11th Apr 2025 8:04pm
curious hands
AnitaMagdalenaPoetry 03/2014
#WritingPoetry
59 reads
2 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 7:29pm
11th Apr 2025 7:29pm
outside
you, are a slow moving pendulum
caught up, in my hindsight
a web tangled misconception
wrapped, around the stem cells
of every illusion, we never want to let go of
dream weaver, fighting my nightmares
seconds falling into dust
an air spirit, between these ribs
all of the wishes we forgot to make
because everything else got in the way
the flesh, on my bones, my blood...
skin that tortures, so eloquently
fragile fixation, fading, in and out
sometimes, i am just a ghost
and you, are the tangible part of me
...
caught up, in my hindsight
a web tangled misconception
wrapped, around the stem cells
of every illusion, we never want to let go of
dream weaver, fighting my nightmares
seconds falling into dust
an air spirit, between these ribs
all of the wishes we forgot to make
because everything else got in the way
the flesh, on my bones, my blood...
skin that tortures, so eloquently
fragile fixation, fading, in and out
sometimes, i am just a ghost
and you, are the tangible part of me
...
#WritingPoetry
49 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 12:44pm
11th Apr 2025 12:44pm
The Second Runner
The second runner crosses the line,
not with glory, but with the weight of almost.
Breath burns the same,
legs ache with the same fire,
yet the world turns its gaze elsewhere.
Victory is a narrow door
and those who miss it are cast into shadows.
The second runner stands there,
not a hero, not a champion,
just a body that tried and fell short.
But what is a winner, if not a fleeting name?
And what is a loser, if not the same?
The second runner, the last, the forgotten
all are bound by the same thread: ...
not with glory, but with the weight of almost.
Breath burns the same,
legs ache with the same fire,
yet the world turns its gaze elsewhere.
Victory is a narrow door
and those who miss it are cast into shadows.
The second runner stands there,
not a hero, not a champion,
just a body that tried and fell short.
But what is a winner, if not a fleeting name?
And what is a loser, if not the same?
The second runner, the last, the forgotten
all are bound by the same thread: ...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#escape
#freedom #WritingPoetry
#freedom #WritingPoetry
44 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 12:23pm
11th Apr 2025 12:23pm
Histamine
Histamine whispers flood the night.
Dreams swell with crimson tides.
A storm ignites beneath the skin.
Unrest cradles the soul within.
Shadows move in jagged waves.
Where fevered echoes dig their graves.
Fractured thoughts, a poisoned stream.
Drowning deep in histamine dreams.
The pulse quickens, the air grows thin.
A chaos blooms where calm had been.
Nightmares twist, a sickly gleam.
Histamine dreams, the silent scream.
Dreams swell with crimson tides.
A storm ignites beneath the skin.
Unrest cradles the soul within.
Shadows move in jagged waves.
Where fevered echoes dig their graves.
Fractured thoughts, a poisoned stream.
Drowning deep in histamine dreams.
The pulse quickens, the air grows thin.
A chaos blooms where calm had been.
Nightmares twist, a sickly gleam.
Histamine dreams, the silent scream.
#hurt
#illness
#reading
#silence
#WritingPoetry
35 reads
4 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 6:03am
10th Apr 2025 6:03am
Flower of Artistry
Creations in motions Stimulating emotions swirling on canvas
Swiveling from her hands sensual dance as hips echo the flow
The artistry blooming vividly in rainbows before my prismatic eyes
Howling at the moon in syllables only wolves can fathom
Her energy wahes across my soul in waves so delicately
Only my heart can translate from color to delicacy
How do i write words to reflect the kaleidoscope of sensation
The lovely artisan pollinates that which Blossoms within
Her brush strokes bring erupting buds to explode with carnal scents
As an...
Swiveling from her hands sensual dance as hips echo the flow
The artistry blooming vividly in rainbows before my prismatic eyes
Howling at the moon in syllables only wolves can fathom
Her energy wahes across my soul in waves so delicately
Only my heart can translate from color to delicacy
How do i write words to reflect the kaleidoscope of sensation
The lovely artisan pollinates that which Blossoms within
Her brush strokes bring erupting buds to explode with carnal scents
As an...
#art
#MyInspiration
#sensual #WritingPoetry
#sensual #WritingPoetry
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0 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 4:15pm
9th Apr 2025 4:15pm
Bleed
A parchment and a quill
is all I ever seek
to craft a tapestry
of emotional streak
People may call me a freak-
writing and erasing
what I dream, what I mean-
lost in futile chasing
Madness mystifying
as night spreads in the sky;
pen running on blank page
as wild feelings soar high
It's my laughter and cry
that echoes on crisp sheets;
senseless verses naked
as my heart and soul bleeds
is all I ever seek
to craft a tapestry
of emotional streak
People may call me a freak-
writing and erasing
what I dream, what I mean-
lost in futile chasing
Madness mystifying
as night spreads in the sky;
pen running on blank page
as wild feelings soar high
It's my laughter and cry
that echoes on crisp sheets;
senseless verses naked
as my heart and soul bleeds
#FeelingLost
#WritingPoetry
86 reads
14 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 9:28pm
8th Apr 2025 9:28pm
~the dramance of an extraordinary night
https://youtu.be/J89EqPyZx54?feature=shared
neither dark nor light.. a hazy
shadowy silhouetted full-moon night
of a still budding nascence .. as
if a no-moon twilight zone..
descends down
in a swarming~ echoing army
of half-hollowed arrows.. almost
puncturing midway as it
touches down.. although
lopsided, in no accuracies
to her the dreamy veiled
Earth.. in an endless swirl ...
neither dark nor light.. a hazy
shadowy silhouetted full-moon night
of a still budding nascence .. as
if a no-moon twilight zone..
descends down
in a swarming~ echoing army
of half-hollowed arrows.. almost
puncturing midway as it
touches down.. although
lopsided, in no accuracies
to her the dreamy veiled
Earth.. in an endless swirl ...
#love
#lover
#night
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
59 reads
5 Comments
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