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.
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 9:36pm
3rd Mar 2025 9:36pm
Eerie was a Friend of Mine -- R.I.P.
I don't know how to process her passing
We met years ago on DUP
It is a friendship to remember
If you knew Eerie you knew who she was
Tough, Vulnerable, Funny, Sarcastic come to mind
Kind, loving, intense, pretty and sexy are in there too
Make no mistake with Eerie
If she had a beef, she let you know without fanfare
No stranger to physical and medical problems
She did not complain
I had and still have the utmost respect for Eerie
I'd like to be more eloquent but...
We met years ago on DUP
It is a friendship to remember
If you knew Eerie you knew who she was
Tough, Vulnerable, Funny, Sarcastic come to mind
Kind, loving, intense, pretty and sexy are in there too
Make no mistake with Eerie
If she had a beef, she let you know without fanfare
No stranger to physical and medical problems
She did not complain
I had and still have the utmost respect for Eerie
I'd like to be more eloquent but...
#death
#friendship
#love
#sadness
#WritingPoetry
75 reads
25 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 3rd Mar 2025 3:34pm
6th Oct 2019 7:34pm
6th Oct 2019 7:34pm
Vampire Hunter
I have been tasked with a vigilant responsibility,
A vicar you might say voted by a Vatican votive,
To vanquish a virus, the vice vying for power,
A violation of nature with an ulterior venal motive.
I vow not to veer from this mere valuable volition,
To rid of this vicious and vulgar vermin of the earth,
For in the vignette of a victim thought to have vanished,
Lies evidence a virulent disease of an evil vile rebirth.
It is not a false veneer but they are real venomous fangs,
The vacancy in the villain’s eyes verifies he’s a...
A vicar you might say voted by a Vatican votive,
To vanquish a virus, the vice vying for power,
A violation of nature with an ulterior venal motive.
I vow not to veer from this mere valuable volition,
To rid of this vicious and vulgar vermin of the earth,
For in the vignette of a victim thought to have vanished,
Lies evidence a virulent disease of an evil vile rebirth.
It is not a false veneer but they are real venomous fangs,
The vacancy in the villain’s eyes verifies he’s a...
#scary
#monsters
#WritingPoetry #mythology
#WritingPoetry #mythology
601 reads
3 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 3:09pm
28th Feb 2025 3:09pm
con-verse-ly complex
the waves of these waters cresting white
caught in the beauty of rising tide
cascade
we are more than our nocturnal wandering
more than our creaking bones
more than the blood singing through our veins
we are ancient new-borns
eyes barely open on a new day
new dawn
& we wander these moonlit paths
beasts seeking sanctuary
succor & tranquility
with thunder rumbling through our souls
lightning flaring from hungry tongues
calling through rivers & streams
kindred spirit beckoning home ...
caught in the beauty of rising tide
cascade
we are more than our nocturnal wandering
more than our creaking bones
more than the blood singing through our veins
we are ancient new-borns
eyes barely open on a new day
new dawn
& we wander these moonlit paths
beasts seeking sanctuary
succor & tranquility
with thunder rumbling through our souls
lightning flaring from hungry tongues
calling through rivers & streams
kindred spirit beckoning home ...
#gratitude
#inspirational
#MyInspiration
#passion
#WritingPoetry
121 reads
20 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 28th Feb 2025 5:42am
5th Oct 2019 5:54pm
5th Oct 2019 5:54pm
Disenvoweled
Yzybyl was a witch, a hater, a slayer, a butcher and slasher,
An ax wielding thrasher who cut up words and then ate ‘em
She hated them because she was missing vowels from her name,
So she made a game of it then went on a spree of murder and mayhem.
She’d tear letters apart at the heart of their lexicon and they were gone,
She was drawn to slaying poems and essays like there was no tomorrow,
Sl!c!ng one character at t!me, replac!ng them w!th a symbol or a s!gn,
Unt!l they were dead w!th dread and there was noth!ng left to borrow.
...
An ax wielding thrasher who cut up words and then ate ‘em
She hated them because she was missing vowels from her name,
So she made a game of it then went on a spree of murder and mayhem.
She’d tear letters apart at the heart of their lexicon and they were gone,
She was drawn to slaying poems and essays like there was no tomorrow,
Sl!c!ng one character at t!me, replac!ng them w!th a symbol or a s!gn,
Unt!l they were dead w!th dread and there was noth!ng left to borrow.
...
#scary
#monsters
#WritingPoetry
662 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 3:52pm
26th Feb 2025 3:52pm
Bird Nesting Poetry
In the heart of dawn, poets awaken.
Like mother birds in nests forsaken.
Words like worms tenderly taken
to feed their young, love unshaken.
Quills dipped in dew, they glide and soar
over landscapes of dreams, forevermore.
Each verse a morsel as hearts implore,
Nurturing souls by stories they store.
Under the vast canopy of sky...
Poets sing lullabies, every nigh,
to fledgling thoughts, dreams amplify.
Wings of words lift high.
With beaks of ink they gently share
wisdom and warmth beyond compare. ...
Like mother birds in nests forsaken.
Words like worms tenderly taken
to feed their young, love unshaken.
Quills dipped in dew, they glide and soar
over landscapes of dreams, forevermore.
Each verse a morsel as hearts implore,
Nurturing souls by stories they store.
Under the vast canopy of sky...
Poets sing lullabies, every nigh,
to fledgling thoughts, dreams amplify.
Wings of words lift high.
With beaks of ink they gently share
wisdom and warmth beyond compare. ...
#birds
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
67 reads
7 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 8:35pm
25th Feb 2025 8:35pm
Shattered Visions
Oh the Innocence
That laugh, that wild howling in the throat of the child,
Unseen fingers scramble for the last thread of light
Here, the angels are naked,
no wings to catch their fall.
The river splits,
splashes,
and chaos is born
from the lips of the unholy, the pure.
There be our Divinity
slips beneath the skin like rust on gold—
a fractured god,
broken in pieces,
spilled across the morning,
the moon forgets its name.
Prophecies?
Laughing in the dust,
twisted and torn,
a...
That laugh, that wild howling in the throat of the child,
Unseen fingers scramble for the last thread of light
Here, the angels are naked,
no wings to catch their fall.
The river splits,
splashes,
and chaos is born
from the lips of the unholy, the pure.
There be our Divinity
slips beneath the skin like rust on gold—
a fractured god,
broken in pieces,
spilled across the morning,
the moon forgets its name.
Prophecies?
Laughing in the dust,
twisted and torn,
a...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
35 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 2:49pm
24th Feb 2025 2:49pm
Seasons Change, Do We ?
The mourning doves appeared today
I love their sound
It's a sign of Spring
Haunting
But
With hope ...
I love their sound
It's a sign of Spring
Haunting
But
With hope ...
#flowers
#hope
#spring #WritingPoetry
#spring #WritingPoetry
123 reads
22 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 2:04pm
24th Feb 2025 2:04pm
Getting Wet?
I'm chewing away
Like a ruminating cow
That hasn't been milked
For quite a while
A ponder in a pond
A fool in a pool
A commotion in the ocean
The luna in the sea!
A quiver in the river
A quake in a lake
What kind of poem is this?
For goodness sake!
by Jemia
Like a ruminating cow
That hasn't been milked
For quite a while
A ponder in a pond
A fool in a pool
A commotion in the ocean
The luna in the sea!
A quiver in the river
A quake in a lake
What kind of poem is this?
For goodness sake!
by Jemia
#funny
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical
#WritingPoetry
56 reads
0 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 8:39pm
22nd Feb 2025 8:39pm
Poetry
Come and look at me
As I get high in poetry
Poetry.
As I get high in poetry
Poetry.
#WritingPoetry
60 reads
0 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 2:25pm
22nd Feb 2025 2:25pm
on the first train home
I was reading a dead man`s newspaper
through the ink I read his spirit walking highways lost
life lines carving into the space of my warm palms
these words as eyes were tundras formed
from emptiness escaping
as his heart sank deeper against my skin
mummified bog bodies
were quoting
their whispered poetry
swallowed intricate
carbon mouths
reminded me of hope
all things human
intertwined within
from this space ...
through the ink I read his spirit walking highways lost
life lines carving into the space of my warm palms
these words as eyes were tundras formed
from emptiness escaping
as his heart sank deeper against my skin
mummified bog bodies
were quoting
their whispered poetry
swallowed intricate
carbon mouths
reminded me of hope
all things human
intertwined within
from this space ...
#WritingPoetry
129 reads
12 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 22nd Feb 2025 00:53am
30th Sep 2019 10:02pm
30th Sep 2019 10:02pm
From My Library to Yours
First Things First, I've been Facing Autism for many years,
But I’ve also been Failing Forward progressively as well,
I’m a Master of the Game lately I’ve been Feeling Good,
It’s been like The Metamorphoses for me as far as I can tell.
It’s like trying to Burn Brightly Without Burning Out,
I have to work to remain optimistic in the Road Ahead,
Looking for that Life Balance because The Sky’s the Limit,
Because evidently When I Stop Talking, You’ll Know I’m Dead.
But in the meantime I’m searching for that Tipping Point,
I’m...
But I’ve also been Failing Forward progressively as well,
I’m a Master of the Game lately I’ve been Feeling Good,
It’s been like The Metamorphoses for me as far as I can tell.
It’s like trying to Burn Brightly Without Burning Out,
I have to work to remain optimistic in the Road Ahead,
Looking for that Life Balance because The Sky’s the Limit,
Because evidently When I Stop Talking, You’ll Know I’m Dead.
But in the meantime I’m searching for that Tipping Point,
I’m...
#WritingPoetry
#reading
584 reads
4 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 7:51pm
20th Feb 2025 7:51pm
Concepts
Sorry for the stark reality, but isn't the truth better?
I was watching some Merry Melodies a few days ago on YouTube—ever showing my ability to rise above and be the unstressed individual, escaping our world... today. I cringe at the reality...
Anyway, Porky Pig had a bakery and it was just lovely. Except, he was battling some pesky flies.
The flies, being a threat to his pristine cleanliness to the public; a public he will be selling his bakery goods to, therefore making him rich off the wonderful baked goods and money he rakes in.
And, so there...
I was watching some Merry Melodies a few days ago on YouTube—ever showing my ability to rise above and be the unstressed individual, escaping our world... today. I cringe at the reality...
Anyway, Porky Pig had a bakery and it was just lovely. Except, he was battling some pesky flies.
The flies, being a threat to his pristine cleanliness to the public; a public he will be selling his bakery goods to, therefore making him rich off the wonderful baked goods and money he rakes in.
And, so there...
#MyInspiration
#passion
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
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