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.
god_of_Confusion
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 3:26am
20th Feb 2025 3:26am
Drug of infatuation
The universe in your smile
mysterious rays unleashed in your eyes,
elegant in style and quick to surprise
my soul weeps in your presence..
A view so divine designed with cosmic care.
a spell cast onto me.. this feeling I cant share..
Seduced by this sorcerer and his essence
how he makes me feel nothing can compare.
Im allured and secured
snug and strung out
on the drug of infatuation..
mysterious rays unleashed in your eyes,
elegant in style and quick to surprise
my soul weeps in your presence..
A view so divine designed with cosmic care.
a spell cast onto me.. this feeling I cant share..
Seduced by this sorcerer and his essence
how he makes me feel nothing can compare.
Im allured and secured
snug and strung out
on the drug of infatuation..
#boyfriend
#love
#WritingPoetry
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PAR
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 10:55am
19th Feb 2025 10:55am
Happy 1000 Days
A thousand days have passed in fleeting grace.
Since first we met our pens began to dance.
In verses shared we found a common place
where words and rhymes in harmony enhance.
Unnoticed flew the days, in laughter, tears.
Through sonnets, odes, and haikus we did weave
our hearts entwined in stanzas, free of fears.
In poetry we found what we believe.
Each meeting brought a spark, a word, a phrase.
A world where dreams and passions intertwined.
In every line we traced the sun's bright rays.
We found the echoes of our kindred...
Since first we met our pens began to dance.
In verses shared we found a common place
where words and rhymes in harmony enhance.
Unnoticed flew the days, in laughter, tears.
Through sonnets, odes, and haikus we did weave
our hearts entwined in stanzas, free of fears.
In poetry we found what we believe.
Each meeting brought a spark, a word, a phrase.
A world where dreams and passions intertwined.
In every line we traced the sun's bright rays.
We found the echoes of our kindred...
#confessional
#happiness
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
#WritingPoetry
80 reads
9 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
Path
I want to capture your beauty,
Not as an artist, but as a poet.
Let the love songs be sung by others,
Let me speak to your soul in words
seldom used.
I break out the violin bow,
For your heartstrings scream to be played.
God, I see you,
Pushing me toward Him,
Even as I try to turn and run.
You’re the moon,
And I’m the ocean,
Trying to avoid your gravitational pull.
You affect my tides,
Twice a week,
Yet I dream of you,
And still, I turn from the path...
Not as an artist, but as a poet.
Let the love songs be sung by others,
Let me speak to your soul in words
seldom used.
I break out the violin bow,
For your heartstrings scream to be played.
God, I see you,
Pushing me toward Him,
Even as I try to turn and run.
You’re the moon,
And I’m the ocean,
Trying to avoid your gravitational pull.
You affect my tides,
Twice a week,
Yet I dream of you,
And still, I turn from the path...
#LifeAsAWriter
#patience
#relationships
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
101 reads
6 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 7:38pm
18th Feb 2025 7:38pm
The Bookshop Poets
A whispering of my words
Amongst millions of others
Sat upon the bookshop shelves
Humbling, and profound
Sharing our words of poetry
With the ever silent audience
That never recipricated
Remaining as quiet as mice
I never saw the secrets
Contained within their covers
Whilst awaiting their 'dog-ears'
A multitude of printed words
The majority of which
I will likely never read
I wondered
What if all these words
From all the books
Within the confines
Of just this one bookshop
Should escape their...
Amongst millions of others
Sat upon the bookshop shelves
Humbling, and profound
Sharing our words of poetry
With the ever silent audience
That never recipricated
Remaining as quiet as mice
I never saw the secrets
Contained within their covers
Whilst awaiting their 'dog-ears'
A multitude of printed words
The majority of which
I will likely never read
I wondered
What if all these words
From all the books
Within the confines
Of just this one bookshop
Should escape their...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
A World in Chains
How do you uncage a mind—
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
#art
#scary
#WritingPoetry
56 reads
4 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 1:13am
18th Feb 2025 1:13am
The World Has Gone Mad
They chatter and bicker, they shriek and they wail,
preach heaven through headlines, through panic for sale.
They conjure up villains, then rewrite the plot,
twist facts into fiction, then swear it’s not.
They march for their causes with signs in their hands,
then torch every city to make their demands.
They scream for their freedoms while begging for chains,
then ask why their suffering circles the drain.
They live in delusion, in comfort they choke,
addicted to outrage, enslaved to the joke.
They click and they swipe, they consume and...
preach heaven through headlines, through panic for sale.
They conjure up villains, then rewrite the plot,
twist facts into fiction, then swear it’s not.
They march for their causes with signs in their hands,
then torch every city to make their demands.
They scream for their freedoms while begging for chains,
then ask why their suffering circles the drain.
They live in delusion, in comfort they choke,
addicted to outrage, enslaved to the joke.
They click and they swipe, they consume and...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
56 reads
6 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 9:37pm
17th Feb 2025 9:37pm
Poetry
I’ve been wandering some time
Far from the words I’ve so often
Skimmed
And rarely truly delved in
My mind has been away
Out in Vietnamese rice paddies
On a grey and cloudy day
The smell of water and earth
Underfoot
And tangled up in
The greenery of flower
And tree
See,
My soul’s been dancing round
The Korean capital nightlife
Mesmerized by neon Hangul
And street hawkers,
Wondering at words
I barely comprehend
Even my own kitchen
Now lacks the dreamy smell
Of...
Far from the words I’ve so often
Skimmed
And rarely truly delved in
My mind has been away
Out in Vietnamese rice paddies
On a grey and cloudy day
The smell of water and earth
Underfoot
And tangled up in
The greenery of flower
And tree
See,
My soul’s been dancing round
The Korean capital nightlife
Mesmerized by neon Hangul
And street hawkers,
Wondering at words
I barely comprehend
Even my own kitchen
Now lacks the dreamy smell
Of...
#dreams
#hope
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
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1 Comment
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 2:02pm
17th Feb 2025 2:02pm
Imbas forosnai
poetically dwelling
where glacier silence
meets splintered light
your glimmering shade
falls frail ablaze
each perimeter uttering
scattered sacred patterns
Venusian vined
awaken me my love
pierced by a madness
atoms unknown
we who have cleared these ways
a plethora of garlands
anoints this mandorla
you are the rose pilgrim
let us carve across
a vision dim yet splendour
open winged
exalt now
for I have read
palmistries
sun...
where glacier silence
meets splintered light
your glimmering shade
falls frail ablaze
each perimeter uttering
scattered sacred patterns
Venusian vined
awaken me my love
pierced by a madness
atoms unknown
we who have cleared these ways
a plethora of garlands
anoints this mandorla
you are the rose pilgrim
let us carve across
a vision dim yet splendour
open winged
exalt now
for I have read
palmistries
sun...
#uplifting
#magic
#WritingPoetry
81 reads
12 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 4:27pm
16th Feb 2025 4:27pm
Harry
I'm high on everything, the touch of a stranger,
The music plays as I ponder my next move,
Days blur into nights, like a fleeting danger,
He's Jewish, so Christmas he doesn't do.
Each night a light show, the rhythm never stops,
A tax lawyer with an endless supply,
I watch, entranced, as his carelessness drops,
A man who’d rather soar than ask why.
How can he outdo me, with no sleep for days?
His pupils wide, driving fast, unafraid,
I feel the rush as insanity sways,
A dance with madness, no price to be...
The music plays as I ponder my next move,
Days blur into nights, like a fleeting danger,
He's Jewish, so Christmas he doesn't do.
Each night a light show, the rhythm never stops,
A tax lawyer with an endless supply,
I watch, entranced, as his carelessness drops,
A man who’d rather soar than ask why.
How can he outdo me, with no sleep for days?
His pupils wide, driving fast, unafraid,
I feel the rush as insanity sways,
A dance with madness, no price to be...
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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wallyroo92
Bumped 16th Feb 2025 5:51am
26th Sep 2019 3:34pm
26th Sep 2019 3:34pm
When My Poems Won't Cooperate
I know the writing process is different
For everyone, at least for me, every time
But sometimes these thoughts gets caught
Jammed and wedged without a rhyme
The vision I thought I saw or wanted to see
Goes off into a totally different direction
Than the original idea I had in mind
Becomes a diverse piece with reflection
The words stare back at me on the page
Sending me off through an obstacle course
Laughing me at because I feel the urge
But the brainstorm takes me by force
The times when I jonesing for a good...
For everyone, at least for me, every time
But sometimes these thoughts gets caught
Jammed and wedged without a rhyme
The vision I thought I saw or wanted to see
Goes off into a totally different direction
Than the original idea I had in mind
Becomes a diverse piece with reflection
The words stare back at me on the page
Sending me off through an obstacle course
Laughing me at because I feel the urge
But the brainstorm takes me by force
The times when I jonesing for a good...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
551 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 12:47pm
15th Feb 2025 12:47pm
The Crow and the Raven
Silence dusk hums, echoing light,
Blackened roots drink falling stars.
Sifting Hollow winds carve breathless verses,
Drifting feathers trace lost names.
Trust unspools in silver spirals,
Dusk and dawn in fibres unseen.
Unseen, fibres in dawn and dusk,
Spirals silver in unspools trust
Names lost trace feathers drifting,
Verses breathless carve winds hollow sifting.
Stars falling drink roots blackened,
Light echoing hums, silence.
Verses return where whispers lie silent,
Time bends beneath the breath of...
Blackened roots drink falling stars.
Sifting Hollow winds carve breathless verses,
Drifting feathers trace lost names.
Trust unspools in silver spirals,
Dusk and dawn in fibres unseen.
Unseen, fibres in dawn and dusk,
Spirals silver in unspools trust
Names lost trace feathers drifting,
Verses breathless carve winds hollow sifting.
Stars falling drink roots blackened,
Light echoing hums, silence.
Verses return where whispers lie silent,
Time bends beneath the breath of...
#unicorns
#WritingPoetry
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3 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 5:04am
15th Feb 2025 5:04am
No Plan
I won't ask for a plan,
Who I am, or who I'll be,
For tomorrow is a shadow,
A dream not yet to see.
I've glimpsed a few futures,
But they slipped through my grip,
Like wood drifting down a stream,
Carried by unseen hands.
If you're not careful, boy,
I might become a logjam,
Caught in your river forever,
Tangled in your thoughts.
So stand still with me and admire
The random art on the walls
Of casino halls,
Where time is both fleeting and small. ...
Who I am, or who I'll be,
For tomorrow is a shadow,
A dream not yet to see.
I've glimpsed a few futures,
But they slipped through my grip,
Like wood drifting down a stream,
Carried by unseen hands.
If you're not careful, boy,
I might become a logjam,
Caught in your river forever,
Tangled in your thoughts.
So stand still with me and admire
The random art on the walls
Of casino halls,
Where time is both fleeting and small. ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
#universe
#WritingPoetry
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