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.
PAR
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:57pm
24th Jan 2025 2:57pm
No Verbal Tense
In the twilight of day, where shadows stretch long,
you find yourself pondering, life's complex song.
The moon, a cheese wheel, rolls across the sky,
stars sprinkle the heavens, a cosmic pie.
Your thoughts wander, a kite in a hurricane,
pulled by the winds of whimsy and pain.
Cats sleep, their purrs a melody sweet,
dreams of catnip and mice at their feet.
You sip on your tea, a brew of contemplation,
steeping in moments of pure fascination.
Each sip a journey, a boat on life's river,
navigating currents that make your...
you find yourself pondering, life's complex song.
The moon, a cheese wheel, rolls across the sky,
stars sprinkle the heavens, a cosmic pie.
Your thoughts wander, a kite in a hurricane,
pulled by the winds of whimsy and pain.
Cats sleep, their purrs a melody sweet,
dreams of catnip and mice at their feet.
You sip on your tea, a brew of contemplation,
steeping in moments of pure fascination.
Each sip a journey, a boat on life's river,
navigating currents that make your...
#cats
#earth
#humankind
#universe
#WritingPoetry
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8 Comments
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
52 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
14 reads
0 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:25pm
22nd Jan 2025 7:25pm
Puppies
I laugh when they call me intense,
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#WritingPoetry
59 reads
3 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 7:16pm
21st Jan 2025 7:16pm
Sweet poetry
I like poetry!
Because there is no beginning.
No ending.
I feel free!
Because there is no beginning.
No ending.
I feel free!
#WritingPoetry
46 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 1:15am
20th Jan 2025 1:15am
notes
I write notes on everything
but she draws the line when it comes
to the sofa
I said I knew that was you
but she draws the line when it comes
to the sofa
I said I knew that was you
#WritingPoetry
42 reads
2 Comments
Wordsmith
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 7:17pm
19th Jan 2025 7:17pm
Wordsmith
I am the architect of words; a verbal alchemist
Weaving rhymes so seamless; they transcend the mist.
Each syllable I sculpt; a diamond refined
A tapestry of thoughts; the rarest you'll find.
I'm the new age sage; a Shakespeare upgrade
A timeless cascade where brilliance is displayed
A wordsmith supreme; with verses tailor-made
Crafting lines so sharp; they never will fade
I breathe life to letters; make the mundane explode
A master of the metaphor; I decode and reload
Each stanza’s a canvas; each rhyme’s a parade
I'm the...
Weaving rhymes so seamless; they transcend the mist.
Each syllable I sculpt; a diamond refined
A tapestry of thoughts; the rarest you'll find.
I'm the new age sage; a Shakespeare upgrade
A timeless cascade where brilliance is displayed
A wordsmith supreme; with verses tailor-made
Crafting lines so sharp; they never will fade
I breathe life to letters; make the mundane explode
A master of the metaphor; I decode and reload
Each stanza’s a canvas; each rhyme’s a parade
I'm the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 10:02am
19th Jan 2025 10:02am
My Poetry
so many me
but only one people get to see
the rest are laid down on pages
writing late at night
that's when the monster comes out
and that's when I feel at home
like a vampire giving into his urges
it's as natural as the animals
but life isn't so simple
a sex addict
if only in my fantasies
dreaming of being care free
naturally drawn towards beauty
writing another page
as a wall to remind me
what it means to be that guy
so another side to hide
the love drunk freak with no barriers
can only...
but only one people get to see
the rest are laid down on pages
writing late at night
that's when the monster comes out
and that's when I feel at home
like a vampire giving into his urges
it's as natural as the animals
but life isn't so simple
a sex addict
if only in my fantasies
dreaming of being care free
naturally drawn towards beauty
writing another page
as a wall to remind me
what it means to be that guy
so another side to hide
the love drunk freak with no barriers
can only...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
105 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 9:20pm
18th Jan 2025 9:20pm
Stretches across borderlines
How did we get here in this moment in time when the good shall verses the evil forces, that are hell bent willing to destroy this country, over power and corruption something that has no weight when it's about human life. BUT yet it will leave behind, trails of blood stains that stretches, for miles across our borderlines. But instead we are going through some rough times. 😭 THAT by the grace of God Almighty a blessing is on the horizon, that will bring the world. 🌎 Back from the belly of the war hogs setting the stages for world war 3 😠 But instead it comes as a...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#PowerOfWords
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
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NP_NP
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 8:23pm
18th Jan 2025 8:23pm
The Infamous White Rabbit
There you are, my white rabbit,
Told not to follow,
yet here I am, defiant.
The playboy in Psycho Bunny
threads, With Bad Bunny’s beats
spinning in my head. I circle,
dizzy in this whirlpool of bunnies,
Chasing you through shifting
realities, My thoughts rattle
like spray cans—
Echoes of a world not fully
understood.
Sit with me in silence,
watch Bugs and his crew,
Looney Tunes flicker in the periphery,
As I shift, a half-dreaming
power source, My heart still hums,
though not in...
Told not to follow,
yet here I am, defiant.
The playboy in Psycho Bunny
threads, With Bad Bunny’s beats
spinning in my head. I circle,
dizzy in this whirlpool of bunnies,
Chasing you through shifting
realities, My thoughts rattle
like spray cans—
Echoes of a world not fully
understood.
Sit with me in silence,
watch Bugs and his crew,
Looney Tunes flicker in the periphery,
As I shift, a half-dreaming
power source, My heart still hums,
though not in...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#scifi
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
58 reads
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wallyroo92
Bumped 17th Jan 2025 11:37pm
6th Sep 2019 2:18pm
6th Sep 2019 2:18pm
The Pulsing Cursor
The pulsing cursor stares right back at me
Blinking it seems for hours on end
But I stare right back it, contemplating
If I should go back to paper and pen
“Write the damn thing”
The voices in my head say over and over again
In my dreams, in posts, even in aspiring quotes
Pushing me toward that dream I once dreamt
And of course, I know that to write at such length
Like several marathons it will be very exhausting
Feeling like an epic warrior after that first draft
But then revisions would seem to be so daunting
The...
Blinking it seems for hours on end
But I stare right back it, contemplating
If I should go back to paper and pen
“Write the damn thing”
The voices in my head say over and over again
In my dreams, in posts, even in aspiring quotes
Pushing me toward that dream I once dreamt
And of course, I know that to write at such length
Like several marathons it will be very exhausting
Feeling like an epic warrior after that first draft
But then revisions would seem to be so daunting
The...
#courage
#motivational
#WritingPoetry
485 reads
2 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 7:54pm
17th Jan 2025 7:54pm
Creating poetry
Confessions on water,
Like drawings sculpted in cave.
Like the hair of the girl entangled on the lovers hand
Ribs of the running deer,
Caught on the dearest tree of the forest.
Memory out of lust!
Like drawings sculpted in cave.
Like the hair of the girl entangled on the lovers hand
Ribs of the running deer,
Caught on the dearest tree of the forest.
Memory out of lust!
#WritingPoetry
49 reads
0 Comments
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