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.
Magdalena
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:27am
Yesterday 00:27am
Quietude
I never saw you cloudy
but, felt it, like a restless sky
rumbling along my spine
your mood-scent rain
filled my cup
wheting my abandoned lips
velvet eyes closed to my breath
the map, from me, to you
misplaced itself
when you stopped looking
there was something about the way
you silently left my senses
your name hung, like a ghost
in the chambers of my heart
blowing an icy wind along its walls
the steady beat echoed like emptiness
-did you come undone? alone
the ground is false hope ...
but, felt it, like a restless sky
rumbling along my spine
your mood-scent rain
filled my cup
wheting my abandoned lips
velvet eyes closed to my breath
the map, from me, to you
misplaced itself
when you stopped looking
there was something about the way
you silently left my senses
your name hung, like a ghost
in the chambers of my heart
blowing an icy wind along its walls
the steady beat echoed like emptiness
-did you come undone? alone
the ground is false hope ...
#WritingPoetry
16 reads
Magdalena
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:24am
Yesterday 00:24am
lost in time
the tables looked tired and worn
under the moth winged light
stuttering dust catching the air
your breath carelessly sucking
on a fading cigarette.
i saw it glow and die
ash, fell to its end
you watched me, watch you
picking up my hand
with nicotine fingers
paling against your dominance
red nails pressing your palm
you were a desolate 2am
i fit, into the shape of you
didn't want to leave
the morning hush
coffee cups fuelled the time we had
holding me up to the face that pulled
at my frayed...
under the moth winged light
stuttering dust catching the air
your breath carelessly sucking
on a fading cigarette.
i saw it glow and die
ash, fell to its end
you watched me, watch you
picking up my hand
with nicotine fingers
paling against your dominance
red nails pressing your palm
you were a desolate 2am
i fit, into the shape of you
didn't want to leave
the morning hush
coffee cups fuelled the time we had
holding me up to the face that pulled
at my frayed...
#WritingPoetry
18 reads
Officialkn9ne
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:57pm
Yesterday 8:57pm
The Bus Driver’s Game
In a city humming, wheels on the street,
Behind the wheel, she greets with a beat.
A bus driver charming, though hard to connect,
With laughter and teasing—so blissfully unchecked.
Her hair catches sunlight in shades of soft gray,
She drives past my heart each and every day.
I try to approach her with words I can’t bring;
But she just raises brows as if sensing my sting.
“Why not spend your money? It’s yours after all!”
With playful indifference tucked into her thrall.
While...
Behind the wheel, she greets with a beat.
A bus driver charming, though hard to connect,
With laughter and teasing—so blissfully unchecked.
Her hair catches sunlight in shades of soft gray,
She drives past my heart each and every day.
I try to approach her with words I can’t bring;
But she just raises brows as if sensing my sting.
“Why not spend your money? It’s yours after all!”
With playful indifference tucked into her thrall.
While...
#crush
#LifeAsAWriter
#romantic
#temptation
#WritingPoetry
16 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:18pm
Yesterday 3:18pm
Question
Is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
#anxiety
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#mystery
#WritingPoetry
35 reads
5 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 2:47pm
2nd Apr 2025 2:47pm
The Naked Poet!
For those artists
That have sketched, etched, charcoaled
And painted me, whilst i'm modelling
The only difference is
That i'll be reading prose, as i pose, i suppose
For those spillers of fabulous words, and music
And any creative performer that have heard my words
The only difference
Is that i'll be posing, whilst i'm prosing, i'm supposing
But there is an element of doubt
Whether i want my everything to hang out
My concern, is not about being discreet
It is my genuine requirement for heat!
by Jemia
That have sketched, etched, charcoaled
And painted me, whilst i'm modelling
The only difference is
That i'll be reading prose, as i pose, i suppose
For those spillers of fabulous words, and music
And any creative performer that have heard my words
The only difference
Is that i'll be posing, whilst i'm prosing, i'm supposing
But there is an element of doubt
Whether i want my everything to hang out
My concern, is not about being discreet
It is my genuine requirement for heat!
by Jemia
#art
#freedom
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
34 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 5:16am
2nd Apr 2025 5:16am
She Rises
With spirit and determination
Her lifeforce spread like fire
Every single feather - a blaze
A wingspan more than what anyone could ever measure
A rite of rebirth and regeneration
Baptized in flames
And us poets
With glassy eyes witness
How she rises
A reawakening from beyond this realm
How the words spoken
Can help heal those of us who are broken
As a testament
Leaving behind a legacy
58 Unique words
69 Total
Her lifeforce spread like fire
Every single feather - a blaze
A wingspan more than what anyone could ever measure
A rite of rebirth and regeneration
Baptized in flames
And us poets
With glassy eyes witness
How she rises
A reawakening from beyond this realm
How the words spoken
Can help heal those of us who are broken
As a testament
Leaving behind a legacy
58 Unique words
69 Total
#gratitude
#love
#rebirth
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
47 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 11:20pm
1st Apr 2025 11:20pm
Your Sexuality as a Talking Point
Title speaks for itself
We’re not going to have sex
Doesn’t mean we can’t wonder
Perhaps speak in tongues
Everything’s on the table
We could even go electric
Like Dylan did after his motorcycle accident
Old school
New school
Whatever
It’s a great frigging title
Street cred for me
By me
Table for one
The lone wolf wins again
Channeling Bukowski
He’s drinking moderately priced red wine
Typing poems in heaven
Yeah
We’re not going to have sex
Doesn’t mean we can’t wonder
Perhaps speak in tongues
Everything’s on the table
We could even go electric
Like Dylan did after his motorcycle accident
Old school
New school
Whatever
It’s a great frigging title
Street cred for me
By me
Table for one
The lone wolf wins again
Channeling Bukowski
He’s drinking moderately priced red wine
Typing poems in heaven
Yeah
#alcohol
#LifeAsAWriter
#loneliness
#sex
#WritingPoetry
53 reads
10 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 5:17pm
1st Apr 2025 5:17pm
Journey to the Stars
We’re launching a journey to the stars:
a flight of imagination,
a pilgrimage of poetic memoirs,
a hullabaloo of creation.
No jet fuel, ego, or money required
to conquer the world’s gravity;
only thoughtful hearts and minds inspired
will gain us escape velocity.
We don’t carry weapons or millionaires
on this rocket from Underground –
just stories and words, rhythms and prayers,
until each of us is crowned.
We’re led by a loving, Eerie spark
on a path that’s uniquely ours:
to become the lights drowning out...
a flight of imagination,
a pilgrimage of poetic memoirs,
a hullabaloo of creation.
No jet fuel, ego, or money required
to conquer the world’s gravity;
only thoughtful hearts and minds inspired
will gain us escape velocity.
We don’t carry weapons or millionaires
on this rocket from Underground –
just stories and words, rhythms and prayers,
until each of us is crowned.
We’re led by a loving, Eerie spark
on a path that’s uniquely ours:
to become the lights drowning out...
#love
#support
#WritingPoetry
51 reads
7 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 9:57am
1st Apr 2025 9:57am
Catch me never
I'm clairvoyant to your billionaire lips
the hoax is your tongue
against my starfish lifelines
you burn me with moonbeams
you're a swindler, a lord
chalk fresh and glitter warmth
I'm the fumbling rebel
the fizz when the rain
falls against my heated flesh
i am ever the escapist
your ambush is futile
the loophole in my metal
bears your faltering fingerprints
i predict you a night under a felon sky
a well wish before I leave
earth man, with saline coated lashes
you were...
the hoax is your tongue
against my starfish lifelines
you burn me with moonbeams
you're a swindler, a lord
chalk fresh and glitter warmth
I'm the fumbling rebel
the fizz when the rain
falls against my heated flesh
i am ever the escapist
your ambush is futile
the loophole in my metal
bears your faltering fingerprints
i predict you a night under a felon sky
a well wish before I leave
earth man, with saline coated lashes
you were...
#WritingPoetry
51 reads
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 6:50am
1st Apr 2025 6:50am
Lost...Somewhere in Time
Those late night tunes can get us lost
Somewhere in time
When the mind wanders into some forgotten places
Reliving moments briefly
As if they were just yesterday
Them lyrics can turn back the clock
And unlock memories
The details are ghostly caresses on the mind’s eye
Longing for just tiny piece
Just to ease the ache
The melodies can surge an energy
A restless fantasy revived
When “could have beens” burn like whiskey straight up
Going down smooth
To make the yearning numb
These songs can take you...
Somewhere in time
When the mind wanders into some forgotten places
Reliving moments briefly
As if they were just yesterday
Them lyrics can turn back the clock
And unlock memories
The details are ghostly caresses on the mind’s eye
Longing for just tiny piece
Just to ease the ache
The melodies can surge an energy
A restless fantasy revived
When “could have beens” burn like whiskey straight up
Going down smooth
To make the yearning numb
These songs can take you...
#memories
#music
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
56 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 00:48am
1st Apr 2025 00:48am
ink-lined to inspire
inks on fire: inkblot 04
in the heat of pen and ink,
when parchments are blank,
my scripts lean and lank,
episodes hang on the brink,
waiting to be written down,
that they may assume
a context to bloom
where the poet may find renown.
let each utterance come forth,
ink-lined to inspire
with eloquent fire,
that my tongue may find its worth.
for the heat of pen and ink,
unready to die,
must yet testify
that i am, because i think.
© Copyright 2023 April 04
by...
in the heat of pen and ink,
when parchments are blank,
my scripts lean and lank,
episodes hang on the brink,
waiting to be written down,
that they may assume
a context to bloom
where the poet may find renown.
let each utterance come forth,
ink-lined to inspire
with eloquent fire,
that my tongue may find its worth.
for the heat of pen and ink,
unready to die,
must yet testify
that i am, because i think.
© Copyright 2023 April 04
by...
#LifeAsAWriter
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#NaPoWriMo2023
#WritingPoetry
42 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 31st Mar 2025 5:50am
22nd Dec 2020 5:00am
22nd Dec 2020 5:00am
Out of the Vortex
It starts somewhere over the horizon, the notion is gathering energy and speed, the
sound of motion is rising from the silence, drawing strength inward along with
. anything it needs. Then it accelerates unexpectedly, with
. . oscillating velocity, twisting and looping divergently, in
. turbulent complex formations with uncontrolled ferocity. There .
) is a collision of unique vibrations, kinetic, frenetic,...
sound of motion is rising from the silence, drawing strength inward along with
. anything it needs. Then it accelerates unexpectedly, with
. . oscillating velocity, twisting and looping divergently, in
. turbulent complex formations with uncontrolled ferocity. There .
) is a collision of unique vibrations, kinetic, frenetic,...
#identity
#confessional
#myself #WritingPoetry
#myself #WritingPoetry
655 reads
14 Comments
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