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.
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 8:28am
5th Jan 2025 8:28am
Starlit Whispers
Beneath the argent spires of a moonlit glade,
Where ebon vines in arabesques cascade,
Whispers of zephyrs in perfumed wane,
Entwine the symphony of night’s domain.
Opalescent pools,
veiled in stygian gleam,
Hold captive stars adrift in a liquid dream.
Celestial murmurs wend through gossamer trees,
Ethereal hymns adrift on astral seas.
A wraithlike orchid unfurls its argent crown,
Breathing nocturnal fire where shadows drown.
Where ebon vines in arabesques cascade,
Whispers of zephyrs in perfumed wane,
Entwine the symphony of night’s domain.
Opalescent pools,
veiled in stygian gleam,
Hold captive stars adrift in a liquid dream.
Celestial murmurs wend through gossamer trees,
Ethereal hymns adrift on astral seas.
A wraithlike orchid unfurls its argent crown,
Breathing nocturnal fire where shadows drown.
#WritingPoetry
72 reads
1 Comment
Pete_25
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 8:20am
5th Jan 2025 8:20am
Excel
Rhymes and spaces
Words some verse
Poets, places
Eyes observe
Pen and ink
Cast magic spells
Thoughts extract
Whilst YOU excel
Words some verse
Poets, places
Eyes observe
Pen and ink
Cast magic spells
Thoughts extract
Whilst YOU excel
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
80 reads
10 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 00:14am
5th Jan 2025 00:14am
Restless Reveries Mirror
Night whispers, still,
dreams elude. Shadows haunted,
hope fades—bound by time.
Eyes burn, minds churn
churn minds, burn eyes.
Time by bound—fades hope.
Haunted shadows, elude dreams.
Still whispers night.
dreams elude. Shadows haunted,
hope fades—bound by time.
Eyes burn, minds churn
churn minds, burn eyes.
Time by bound—fades hope.
Haunted shadows, elude dreams.
Still whispers night.
#WritingPoetry
18 reads
0 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 8:32pm
4th Jan 2025 8:32pm
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She walks in beauty, like the night
Lord Byron famously wrote
I think I've done much better
With this pen and paper note.
" In her eyes yet not one star she is the whole night sky"
Lord Byron famously wrote
I think I've done much better
With this pen and paper note.
" In her eyes yet not one star she is the whole night sky"
#WritingPoetry
77 reads
12 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 8:04pm
4th Jan 2025 8:04pm
Poetry
Once you get a taste of poetry,
It is as if it becomes what’s real.
And anything else,
Is a gap.
A dead waiting period,
Until the next fix.
It is as if it becomes what’s real.
And anything else,
Is a gap.
A dead waiting period,
Until the next fix.
#WritingPoetry
75 reads
11 Comments
Her
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 7:57am
4th Jan 2025 7:57am
Writing About Us
I dipped my fingers
Into the inkwell
Of my desire
And met you
Into the inkwell
Of my desire
And met you
#erotic
#passion
#seductive #WritingPoetry
#seductive #WritingPoetry
285 reads
18 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 3rd Jan 2025 4:52pm
2nd Sep 2019 7:49am
2nd Sep 2019 7:49am
Writing Contest
These writing contests are sick trying to see who swings the biggest dic-
-tionary and vocabulary to show others what you got,
You actually should not bargain with those who have thicker jargon,
Unless you like to make everything hot when it’s really not.
And when you think you did well but then misunderstood the spell
The rules and the concept the gracious host was trying to dictate,
Some walked away defeated because they thought when they competed
They felt they were the best but tried and failed then got bent out of shape.
Is this a race? I...
-tionary and vocabulary to show others what you got,
You actually should not bargain with those who have thicker jargon,
Unless you like to make everything hot when it’s really not.
And when you think you did well but then misunderstood the spell
The rules and the concept the gracious host was trying to dictate,
Some walked away defeated because they thought when they competed
They felt they were the best but tried and failed then got bent out of shape.
Is this a race? I...
#hope
#rejection
#frustration #WritingPoetry
#frustration #WritingPoetry
710 reads
10 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 12:19pm
3rd Jan 2025 12:19pm
I Nose My Prose!
Words flow from me
Like a runny nose
Fluid inspiration
Like nasal condensation
However: a blocked nose
Is no good for prose
It all goes skew-whiff
If you can't even sniff
And if one sneezes
Words flow quickly on the breezes
Scattered, wild, and untamed
Passions now contagious, and inflamed
I'll follow my instincts, and not my nose
Where this will take me, nobody knows
So i'll have a quick snifter, not a sniff
Liquid inspiration, as i fall off a cliff
My instincts proved, thus to be wrong ...
Like a runny nose
Fluid inspiration
Like nasal condensation
However: a blocked nose
Is no good for prose
It all goes skew-whiff
If you can't even sniff
And if one sneezes
Words flow quickly on the breezes
Scattered, wild, and untamed
Passions now contagious, and inflamed
I'll follow my instincts, and not my nose
Where this will take me, nobody knows
So i'll have a quick snifter, not a sniff
Liquid inspiration, as i fall off a cliff
My instincts proved, thus to be wrong ...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#parody
#satirical
#WritingPoetry
60 reads
0 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
The Rave Girl
I’ve always been in love with energy,
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free—...
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free—...
#confessional
#drugs
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
107 reads
3 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 3:21pm
2nd Jan 2025 3:21pm
Don't
Do not!
Do not!
Do not!
Do not touch the creation!
Do not!
Do not!
Do not touch the creation!
#love
#WritingPoetry
67 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 11:26pm
1st Jan 2025 11:26pm
Another stupid poem
I miss you
I wish you never left me
Sadness follows me
A new year, with the same old sorrows
Screw this!
I'm too old for this shit
My feelings and this poem were pathetic
I'm gonna blast some Deicide, cook some burgers and later on watch some Stallone, Schwarzenegger or Lundgren films
By tomorrow morning, she'll be a distant memory.
I wish you never left me
Sadness follows me
A new year, with the same old sorrows
Screw this!
I'm too old for this shit
My feelings and this poem were pathetic
I'm gonna blast some Deicide, cook some burgers and later on watch some Stallone, Schwarzenegger or Lundgren films
By tomorrow morning, she'll be a distant memory.
#love
#MovingOn
#WritingPoetry #fiction
#WritingPoetry #fiction
116 reads
16 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 10:00pm
1st Jan 2025 10:00pm
Poetic Soul
The poetic soul sees beyond the horizon, looking through the depths of the ocean,
With lenses of moonstone to touch what’s hidden from the naked eye.
Drifting along waves of wonders and clouds of thoughts, drawing closer
To the universe’s core to peel back the blue mantles of the sky.
A gift ever so tender, painting poiesis into a bubble to wear,
Breathing life into objects so they become more, a company for the living.
Poetry’s a voice for the quietude that longs to be set free with the tide,
Words for the unspoken side, weaving an art...
With lenses of moonstone to touch what’s hidden from the naked eye.
Drifting along waves of wonders and clouds of thoughts, drawing closer
To the universe’s core to peel back the blue mantles of the sky.
A gift ever so tender, painting poiesis into a bubble to wear,
Breathing life into objects so they become more, a company for the living.
Poetry’s a voice for the quietude that longs to be set free with the tide,
Words for the unspoken side, weaving an art...
#WritingPoetry
73 reads
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