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.
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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
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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
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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
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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
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just an old romantic
wearily picked up my pen
and copied into a notebook another
poem soon to
disappear from the internet
it’s my own fault, of course, that out of
five thousand or so
I fell in love with a couple I’d written,
the rest I’ll forget
and copied into a notebook another
poem soon to
disappear from the internet
it’s my own fault, of course, that out of
five thousand or so
I fell in love with a couple I’d written,
the rest I’ll forget
#WritingPoetry
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Dup Tribute
I don't fair well, with farewells; I feel like I'm prepping to read a eulogy; I owe a tribute to Dup-Deep Underground Poetry- where the people from different walks of life came to speak their peace....
I'll do you justice with this poem Dup- I'll try my best at least....
Day 1- all I remember is that an outlet is what I needed deeply; as any other relationship- there was that feeling out process- that had its bright spot moments and as well as -doubtful- if this were at all meant to be for me....
I can't recall how long it...
I'll do you justice with this poem Dup- I'll try my best at least....
Day 1- all I remember is that an outlet is what I needed deeply; as any other relationship- there was that feeling out process- that had its bright spot moments and as well as -doubtful- if this were at all meant to be for me....
I can't recall how long it...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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To the writers of Deep Underground Poetry
Often quietly lurking in the shadows
As thoughts flowed through our pens
Years spent sharing our our stories, and journeys
I'm proud to have called each of you my friend
I'm sad to hear of the sites ending in May
I'll sure miss all of you!
May we find a new landing place
I'm happy to have called the underground my home
And sad that it's time we all move along
I wish you all the greatest farewell
Never stop writing your master pieces
There are still stories you have to show and tell!
- your friend krissy! 🩷
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As thoughts flowed through our pens
Years spent sharing our our stories, and journeys
I'm proud to have called each of you my friend
I'm sad to hear of the sites ending in May
I'll sure miss all of you!
May we find a new landing place
I'm happy to have called the underground my home
And sad that it's time we all move along
I wish you all the greatest farewell
Never stop writing your master pieces
There are still stories you have to show and tell!
- your friend krissy! 🩷
...
#friendship
#WritingPoetry
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The Ass

#erotic
#lust
#sex
#women
#WritingPoetry
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WARNING DEPARTING POETS
For anyone considering joining Writers Cafe, be warned, good poets are leaving. There's a mentally ill woman/man who's been leaving terrible and convoluted messages on people's poems as comments for a while now and people are getting fed up. She/he goes under the name Jessy Jacob or Anti.
As many times as you block her, she'll come back under another account. It's unfortunate, but unlike this site that has a webmiss that cares, the owner on WC does not. He only considers ad revenue.
Below are just two examples of her many crazy comments.
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Sorry...
As many times as you block her, she'll come back under another account. It's unfortunate, but unlike this site that has a webmiss that cares, the owner on WC does not. He only considers ad revenue.
Below are just two examples of her many crazy comments.
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Sorry...
#WritingPoetry
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Sixty two years ago
At the height of the colonial crisis
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
there are broken lands under lethal tension.
Political instability, endless conflicts.
Nations in turmoil, seek what is to come.
Organizations rise up as a voice of reason...
Fragile hope in a divided world.
While openness germinates on the streets,
promises of change in an era that is ending.
Cinemas project stories, realities flow,
dictators build worlds that set us on fire.
Films delve into their dark shadows,
in logical expressionism the aesthetics nestle.
Soft focus on...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#historical
#MovingOn
#nonfiction
#WritingPoetry
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DUP is CLOSING
I got the news that DEEP UNDERGROUND POETRY is closing the site 12 May 2025!
Peace & love to all the poets.
Thanks for reading my poems and giving feedback.
Keep writing.
I will probably not move to another site.
Maybe this tragic event will inspire me to finally publish a book of my poetry.
I will miss this site very much.
Peace & love to all the poets.
Thanks for reading my poems and giving feedback.
Keep writing.
I will probably not move to another site.
Maybe this tragic event will inspire me to finally publish a book of my poetry.
I will miss this site very much.
#heartbroken
#WritingPoetry
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Angel Friend
He watches them from the boundless skies,
a guardian boy with wings of endless light.
His heart beats steady with a gentle care,
each friend he treasures like a shining star.
Through every shadow, he protects their path
and whispers hope to ease the storm's cold tears.
The winds may howl and night may spill its tears,
but still, he flies above the darkened skies.
No fear can falter him along their path.
For in his chest burns courage strong and light.
Each soul he shields, protecting every star,
their laughter fills his...
a guardian boy with wings of endless light.
His heart beats steady with a gentle care,
each friend he treasures like a shining star.
Through every shadow, he protects their path
and whispers hope to ease the storm's cold tears.
The winds may howl and night may spill its tears,
but still, he flies above the darkened skies.
No fear can falter him along their path.
For in his chest burns courage strong and light.
Each soul he shields, protecting every star,
their laughter fills his...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#WritingPoetry
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