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.
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 12:50pm
15th Apr 2024 12:50pm
Hymn to Words
In dim lit corners
of whisky-soaked nights
she stood in a stained nightdress
stuffing prayers into wounds
she ran
nimble fingers though matted hair
opened up a throat
allowed grief to splutter out from lungs
that choked on midnight’s breath
she stared—
placed her hand on a weary chest
counted irregular beats
found God in the exhale
amongst limitless space
she came without warning
on a barren winter’s eve
...
of whisky-soaked nights
she stood in a stained nightdress
stuffing prayers into wounds
she ran
nimble fingers though matted hair
opened up a throat
allowed grief to splutter out from lungs
that choked on midnight’s breath
she stared—
placed her hand on a weary chest
counted irregular beats
found God in the exhale
amongst limitless space
she came without warning
on a barren winter’s eve
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#pagan
55 reads
7 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 6:22am
15th Apr 2024 6:22am
Poetry as a Lifeline
You gave me a clean conscious and slate
To start over again. It is like everything in
My mind and things piled high on my plate
Have suddenly disappeared. You have been
There constantly through the highs, lows
And everything in between. You gave me
Every breath and you gave me every rose
When all of mine faded and died. You see
Me standing there and made me realize
That I am never alone. You are my lifeline
Day in and day out. You made me alive
When I am barely there. Like a skyline
Above my head you are there on...
To start over again. It is like everything in
My mind and things piled high on my plate
Have suddenly disappeared. You have been
There constantly through the highs, lows
And everything in between. You gave me
Every breath and you gave me every rose
When all of mine faded and died. You see
Me standing there and made me realize
That I am never alone. You are my lifeline
Day in and day out. You made me alive
When I am barely there. Like a skyline
Above my head you are there on...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
43 reads
3 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 2:20am
15th Apr 2024 2:20am
My old poetry
In the depths of my old poetry,
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
54 reads
0 Comments
thoughtsdie
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 1:10am
15th Apr 2024 1:10am
Abstract Suicide
Jump off the ledge
Dive into the bleeding sea
Sink in warmth
An unrecognizable gore of art
Dilute and dissolve
Dive into the bleeding sea
Sink in warmth
An unrecognizable gore of art
Dilute and dissolve
#suicide
#WritingPoetry
57 reads
6 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
Lives of Poets
What makes me wonder
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
83 reads
12 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 8:11pm
14th Apr 2024 8:11pm
Demon's Union
What a life,
if you can call it living
long hours staying up all night
and the work keeps piling up
thank the devil for over-time is all I can say
as I pick up my ticket
to see who gets nightmares and
who I can keep up with anxiety and worry
"Seriously"
I say to the guy next to me
"what's the point and why does it matter
if we show up two minutes late"
punching my timeclock card
"keep your voice down, the boss just walked in
with a scowl and a whip"
his hushed reply ...
if you can call it living
long hours staying up all night
and the work keeps piling up
thank the devil for over-time is all I can say
as I pick up my ticket
to see who gets nightmares and
who I can keep up with anxiety and worry
"Seriously"
I say to the guy next to me
"what's the point and why does it matter
if we show up two minutes late"
punching my timeclock card
"keep your voice down, the boss just walked in
with a scowl and a whip"
his hushed reply ...
#funny
#WritingPoetry
#job
50 reads
0 Comments
Her
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 00:44am
14th Apr 2024 00:44am
Write Me a Poem
Take me…
Where my mind floats free
Where you’re feverishly kissing me
Where your touch sets my skin ablaze
And we trash the fucking place
Send me stanzas
Dripping
With lasciviousness
Tell me
Exactly
How you
Will make me…
I want to
Drip
With anticipation
And then
Get flooded
With you
Where my mind floats free
Where you’re feverishly kissing me
Where your touch sets my skin ablaze
And we trash the fucking place
Send me stanzas
Dripping
With lasciviousness
Tell me
Exactly
How you
Will make me…
I want to
Drip
With anticipation
And then
Get flooded
With you
#lust
#erotic
#WritingPoetry
172 reads
14 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 11:30am
13th Apr 2024 11:30am
Heard
I couldn't speak
I didn't dare
For there was
Tension everywhere
So, instead
I poured all
My pain onto paper
Put my ego
To one side
With each word
Filled with satisfaction
Now that I've been heard
I didn't dare
For there was
Tension everywhere
So, instead
I poured all
My pain onto paper
Put my ego
To one side
With each word
Filled with satisfaction
Now that I've been heard
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
38 reads
12 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 2:43pm
12th Apr 2024 2:43pm
Skin and Squid
Nature's silent breath and equinox
of skin and squid
twilight descends gathering dusk
as seance becomes the rose
born of bamboo and seeds
of skin and squid
listening to leaves on bended knees
nature's silent breath and equinox
of skin and squid
twilight descends gathering dusk
as seance becomes the rose
born of bamboo and seeds
of skin and squid
listening to leaves on bended knees
nature's silent breath and equinox
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
95 reads
2 Comments
Diaryofabasketcase
Bumped 12th Apr 2024 10:58am
3rd Apr 2024 4:27pm
3rd Apr 2024 4:27pm
On Writing
On Writing
Writing, my only purpose
And I know this after all
There’s not much else
That I do well
I try but I just fall
The gift in me is odd you see
I transfer pain through writing
I drown, I die, this pain inside
Lately I’m realizing
I touch your soul
I take control
Of hearts and minds alike
With steady grip
I conquer it
The feelings deep inside
I make you see
What’s within me
I’m torturing you now
You feel the pain
The hurt insane
And me, I take a bow ...
Writing, my only purpose
And I know this after all
There’s not much else
That I do well
I try but I just fall
The gift in me is odd you see
I transfer pain through writing
I drown, I die, this pain inside
Lately I’m realizing
I touch your soul
I take control
Of hearts and minds alike
With steady grip
I conquer it
The feelings deep inside
I make you see
What’s within me
I’m torturing you now
You feel the pain
The hurt insane
And me, I take a bow ...
#dark
#LifeAsAWriter
#honesty
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
44 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 5:24pm
10th Apr 2024 5:24pm
Color Harmony Still Life
In the soft shadow of an artist's studio,
golden evening light bathes
a worn wooden table.
Ripe figs and a pomegranate rest on it,
their vibrant colors contrasting
with the dark background.
In the center of the composition,
a bird with exuberant plumage
attracts the eye.
Its feathers are a mosaic of black,
yellow and red, as if nature itself
had mixed paints in its creation.
The sharp beak rests on the pomegranate
as if about to taste its juicy seeds.
The figs, with their sensual curves,
seem...
golden evening light bathes
a worn wooden table.
Ripe figs and a pomegranate rest on it,
their vibrant colors contrasting
with the dark background.
In the center of the composition,
a bird with exuberant plumage
attracts the eye.
Its feathers are a mosaic of black,
yellow and red, as if nature itself
had mixed paints in its creation.
The sharp beak rests on the pomegranate
as if about to taste its juicy seeds.
The figs, with their sensual curves,
seem...
#birds
#nature
#WritingPoetry #art
#WritingPoetry #art
46 reads
8 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 3:42pm
10th Apr 2024 3:42pm
Creative Challenge
being human has no boundaries
except those self-imposed.
nothing more enriching
than attaining self-knowledge.
living creatively demands mysterious powers
that lay dormant within.
deep within thorny forests of questions
about life and the universe,
liquidating taboos,,
daring to embrace the unusual,
the strange, the quirky, the bizarre,
is the wellspring of creativity.
surrendering to social taboo,
then transgressing is empowering.
often the most interesting shapes...
except those self-imposed.
nothing more enriching
than attaining self-knowledge.
living creatively demands mysterious powers
that lay dormant within.
deep within thorny forests of questions
about life and the universe,
liquidating taboos,,
daring to embrace the unusual,
the strange, the quirky, the bizarre,
is the wellspring of creativity.
surrendering to social taboo,
then transgressing is empowering.
often the most interesting shapes...
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
53 reads
2 Comments
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