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.
NP_NP
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 4:42am
15th Feb 2025 4:42am
Pregunta
I ask the questions, odd and strange,
Ones that seem to rearrange,
The flow of thoughts, the rhythm's beat,
To see how minds might skip a beat.
Not for answers, but for pause,
For that moment where silence draws,
A thought that's caught, a mind's reply,
A question floating, drifting by.
I wonder if the truth will show,
Or if the answer will still grow,
But in the end, what’s understood,
Is honesty, as it should be.
NP
Ones that seem to rearrange,
The flow of thoughts, the rhythm's beat,
To see how minds might skip a beat.
Not for answers, but for pause,
For that moment where silence draws,
A thought that's caught, a mind's reply,
A question floating, drifting by.
I wonder if the truth will show,
Or if the answer will still grow,
But in the end, what’s understood,
Is honesty, as it should be.
NP
#LifeAsAWriter
#meditation
#SelfReflection
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
65 reads
1 Comment
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 3:24am
15th Feb 2025 3:24am
Elementary Love Poem
My love is as strong as a brick
I LIKE TO THROW IT AT PEOPLE!
- Vincent, 5th grade
I LIKE TO THROW IT AT PEOPLE!
- Vincent, 5th grade
#school
#WritingPoetry
140 reads
8 Comments
ArkansasBoy
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 5:04am
13th Feb 2025 5:04am
The Ink Went Silent
i used to write with singing words
they stirred beneath my skin
a ghost that wrapped around my quill
that swore it lived within
It led me down a narrow path
whispered sharp with tone
but now the loom is stiff and bare
the thread has come undone
no more mornings ripe with verse
no more evening tunes
the meter stumbles like a clock
that chokes upon the moon
so let the Ink dry in the well
let silence swell and spread
the words have fled like starving wolves
and left me here for dead
they stirred beneath my skin
a ghost that wrapped around my quill
that swore it lived within
It led me down a narrow path
whispered sharp with tone
but now the loom is stiff and bare
the thread has come undone
no more mornings ripe with verse
no more evening tunes
the meter stumbles like a clock
that chokes upon the moon
so let the Ink dry in the well
let silence swell and spread
the words have fled like starving wolves
and left me here for dead
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
103 reads
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 9:34pm
11th Feb 2025 9:34pm
Cosmic Tide
Like a tsunami, an origami of emotions
tears through my chest.
Crest crashing down on my heart,
creating a black hole.
Scrolling through porcelain dreams,
just to flail in collapsed nightmares.
Staring into the abyss
with cuckoo eyes.
Crying as I drown in the whirlpool,
unable to escape your betrayal.
tears through my chest.
Crest crashing down on my heart,
creating a black hole.
Scrolling through porcelain dreams,
just to flail in collapsed nightmares.
Staring into the abyss
with cuckoo eyes.
Crying as I drown in the whirlpool,
unable to escape your betrayal.
#heartbroken
#sadness
#WritingPoetry
24 reads
13 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 11th Feb 2025 2:12am
23rd Sep 2019 1:46am
23rd Sep 2019 1:46am
Wait Calmly
Wait Calmly
#WritingPoetry
546 reads
2 Comments
Xaphan
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 11:52am
10th Feb 2025 11:52am
Poetry From The Darkside
Evil monsters lurk within and they lurk to reap
They're in my mind and they're mine to keep
They'll hide from light, but when darkness grows
They'll whisper incantations, in lines of prose
They're always there, but not well defined
But the spells they cast, are to blow my mind
They're cloak and dagger, unreal, but stark
And so grotesque, they'll manifest the dark
They feed off nightmares, they feed off fear
I can hear their vile verses, for they are here
Their poetry from the darkside, is meant for me
For in my...
They're in my mind and they're mine to keep
They'll hide from light, but when darkness grows
They'll whisper incantations, in lines of prose
They're always there, but not well defined
But the spells they cast, are to blow my mind
They're cloak and dagger, unreal, but stark
And so grotesque, they'll manifest the dark
They feed off nightmares, they feed off fear
I can hear their vile verses, for they are here
Their poetry from the darkside, is meant for me
For in my...
#dark
#death
#monsters
#nightmares
#WritingPoetry
80 reads
adagio
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 4:18pm
9th Feb 2025 4:18pm
Footnotes Knocking
Of innuendos and footnotes knocking
a shadow at my door harmonizing
like a ghost on a carousel
riding a pony, crucified frog notes
of innuendos and footnotes
a shadow at my door harmonizing
like a ghost on a carousel
riding a pony, crucified frog notes
of innuendos and footnotes
#aging
#philosophical
#WritingPoetry
106 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 3:33pm
8th Feb 2025 3:33pm
Hold My Beer
🍺
I didn't know how to gracefully release
an emotional undercurrent
in a manner that was clear
and concise
without becoming the monster I hate
Until the Poem said, Pssst. . .
Hold my beer.
I didn't know how to gracefully release
an emotional undercurrent
in a manner that was clear
and concise
without becoming the monster I hate
Until the Poem said, Pssst. . .
Hold my beer.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#minimalist
#WritingPoetry
304 reads
31 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 10:12pm
7th Feb 2025 10:12pm
The game
Let's play a game
Named poetry
The eyes shine
Hands are restless
Let's play a game
Made of pieces of soul.
Named poetry
The eyes shine
Hands are restless
Let's play a game
Made of pieces of soul.
#WritingPoetry
96 reads
4 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 6:39pm
7th Feb 2025 6:39pm
A Poet’s Ever Tweet
A rose, in the hands of God, lays her fate
As seasons cease not shake and shape
Those are Nature creed, obey and not berate
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't debate.
Pains that affect the heart, we do feel once
As deep they might dig, the pleasure is immense
Time when slow to meet a wish, the ache intense
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't make sense.
A rhymer lays bare the fine music of verse
Mother nature would fill a heart and wounds nurse
Uphold Beauty and in the wonders of poetry the soul immerse
Wisdom, in a blessed...
As seasons cease not shake and shape
Those are Nature creed, obey and not berate
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't debate.
Pains that affect the heart, we do feel once
As deep they might dig, the pleasure is immense
Time when slow to meet a wish, the ache intense
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't make sense.
A rhymer lays bare the fine music of verse
Mother nature would fill a heart and wounds nurse
Uphold Beauty and in the wonders of poetry the soul immerse
Wisdom, in a blessed...
#admiration
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#wisdom
#WritingPoetry
77 reads
6 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 00:32am
7th Feb 2025 00:32am
My Time
I want to be me again,
To dance in the street, no
shame, no end, Who cares if
anyone's watching?
This is my moment, my joy,
my trend.
I long to hike alone, Just me,
the sky, the earth, the unknown,
The fresh air whispers my name,
As I embrace the peace
I’ve never known.
So close the door, don’t try to follow,
This is my time, my heart's
hollow— Filling now with laughter,
with light, With moments that
make everything right.
I’ll visit Austin, feel the carnival glow,
Let the...
To dance in the street, no
shame, no end, Who cares if
anyone's watching?
This is my moment, my joy,
my trend.
I long to hike alone, Just me,
the sky, the earth, the unknown,
The fresh air whispers my name,
As I embrace the peace
I’ve never known.
So close the door, don’t try to follow,
This is my time, my heart's
hollow— Filling now with laughter,
with light, With moments that
make everything right.
I’ll visit Austin, feel the carnival glow,
Let the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
#WritingPoetry
88 reads
1 Comment
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 4:28pm
6th Feb 2025 4:28pm
Cigarette Redux
Your cigarette
Smelled like the late 1970's
Camel unfiltered
At the bar at the beachfront
A certain kind of haze
My eyes fell on you
Talking Heads on the jukebox
Life During Wartime played
Sweat, glaze, punk freedom
Defiance and glory
Our late youth unfolding
Into something nevermore
Smelled like the late 1970's
Camel unfiltered
At the bar at the beachfront
A certain kind of haze
My eyes fell on you
Talking Heads on the jukebox
Life During Wartime played
Sweat, glaze, punk freedom
Defiance and glory
Our late youth unfolding
Into something nevermore
#memories
#music
#PopCulture
#SelfReflection
#WritingPoetry
142 reads
19 Comments
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