Popular Poems About Writing Poetry
#WritingPoetry
Popular poems about writing poetry. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
throw away poems
here’s me hurriedly scribbling as many
poems as I can into a notebook
and who knows what will become of them and
I’m tired and
there’s always the waste paper bin
poems as I can into a notebook
and who knows what will become of them and
I’m tired and
there’s always the waste paper bin
#WritingPoetry
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DON'T f**k WITH US ! ! ! WORLD TOUR 2025
We're the new force
Headin' out ON TOUR
Hittin' the dance floor
Don't fuck with us!
We'll leave you in a trance
Always takin' a chance
Writing sublime verse
No point in rehearse
You wanna be like us
Attitude a total must
Full of lust -
It's shit or bust!
Let us take you higher
Feelin' totally wired
Somethin' to admire
Find us in a flyer
We're puttin' on a show
It'll be worth it so
This joint will be bangin'
Don't dare leave us hangin'
COS...
Headin' out ON TOUR
Hittin' the dance floor
Don't fuck with us!
We'll leave you in a trance
Always takin' a chance
Writing sublime verse
No point in rehearse
You wanna be like us
Attitude a total must
Full of lust -
It's shit or bust!
Let us take you higher
Feelin' totally wired
Somethin' to admire
Find us in a flyer
We're puttin' on a show
It'll be worth it so
This joint will be bangin'
Don't dare leave us hangin'
COS...
#admiration
#WritingPoetry
#gratitude
#inspirational
#support
260 reads
11 Comments
A Farewell to DUville Residents
within my glowing screen words take flight
the portal opens a gathering of souls
congregation of people in silent nights
weaving their worlds in soft twilight
Cryptic lines as riddles to find
philosophies that bent the mind
erotica written seductive whispers
tender and raw in inviting
verses
we wrote of love with tender grace
wove words that pined of days gone by
memories regrets passion and wishes
yet another wrote with logic firm
embrace practical truth someone's way
beautiful thoughts as gifts in...
the portal opens a gathering of souls
congregation of people in silent nights
weaving their worlds in soft twilight
Cryptic lines as riddles to find
philosophies that bent the mind
erotica written seductive whispers
tender and raw in inviting
verses
we wrote of love with tender grace
wove words that pined of days gone by
memories regrets passion and wishes
yet another wrote with logic firm
embrace practical truth someone's way
beautiful thoughts as gifts in...
#WritingPoetry
121 reads
8 Comments
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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Visceral Insanity
Each one can fill a grab-bag torn and true
with shards of thought and fractured hue.
Bits of Vision's skull like porcelain dreams
scatter the ground with silent screams.
Brains drip colors grotesque and bright.
Fleeting ideas that burn through night.
Whatever flies out, a chaos of lore,
fragments of self, raw to the core.
Pieces unclaimed, yet aching to mend.
A puzzle of whispers, no clear end.
In every shred a story unfolds
a grab-bag of souls, daring and bold.
with shards of thought and fractured hue.
Bits of Vision's skull like porcelain dreams
scatter the ground with silent screams.
Brains drip colors grotesque and bright.
Fleeting ideas that burn through night.
Whatever flies out, a chaos of lore,
fragments of self, raw to the core.
Pieces unclaimed, yet aching to mend.
A puzzle of whispers, no clear end.
In every shred a story unfolds
a grab-bag of souls, daring and bold.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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9 Comments
A poem in bed
The sheets fold like paper,
soft against skin, heavy with dreams.
A book rests in open palms,
its spine breathing in the hush of midnight.
Words spill like ink across the quiet,
syllables curling into candlelight,
each line a bridge between waking
and the endless drift into thought.
The best poem waits in whispers,
threading itself through fingertips,
drawing the mind deeper
into the lull of imagined echoes.
The letters pulse, alive in their rhythm,
the room shrinking to...
soft against skin, heavy with dreams.
A book rests in open palms,
its spine breathing in the hush of midnight.
Words spill like ink across the quiet,
syllables curling into candlelight,
each line a bridge between waking
and the endless drift into thought.
The best poem waits in whispers,
threading itself through fingertips,
drawing the mind deeper
into the lull of imagined echoes.
The letters pulse, alive in their rhythm,
the room shrinking to...
#confessional
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#myself
#WritingPoetry
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8 Comments
Just Keep...
Just keep swimming
The water is deep or else you may sink to the bottom
Life is meant to be a never ending lesson so you better
Put those skills to good use so show them if you got ‘em
Just keep swinging
You’ll have to fight for what you earnestly believe
Learn to pivot and move like you have a smooth groove
Have your wits about you so that you'll never be as naïve
Just keep trotting
This journey is a grueling marathon and not a sprint
From time to time you’ll have to dash with fierce urgency
But in the long run your craft...
The water is deep or else you may sink to the bottom
Life is meant to be a never ending lesson so you better
Put those skills to good use so show them if you got ‘em
Just keep swinging
You’ll have to fight for what you earnestly believe
Learn to pivot and move like you have a smooth groove
Have your wits about you so that you'll never be as naïve
Just keep trotting
This journey is a grueling marathon and not a sprint
From time to time you’ll have to dash with fierce urgency
But in the long run your craft...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#universe
#WritingPoetry
115 reads
6 Comments
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
114 reads
Bright darkness
Under the dark heat
I dissolve into particles
lost in eternal fatigue.
I am ashes, I am shadow,
I am space fused with the sun
in a steel bond.
Time drags on with
a cruel weight,
I am an echo that screams
in the emptiness of the sky.
Every atom trembles, begs,
breaks, in the solar substance,
I am the work of Death.
The brightness in me,
devours what I am,
an eternal fragment
that never ceases.
In the dance of fire,
I find the abyss,
of being forgotten,
of being a...
I dissolve into particles
lost in eternal fatigue.
I am ashes, I am shadow,
I am space fused with the sun
in a steel bond.
Time drags on with
a cruel weight,
I am an echo that screams
in the emptiness of the sky.
Every atom trembles, begs,
breaks, in the solar substance,
I am the work of Death.
The brightness in me,
devours what I am,
an eternal fragment
that never ceases.
In the dance of fire,
I find the abyss,
of being forgotten,
of being a...
#dark
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#WritingPoetry
82 reads
9 Comments
Quietude
I never saw you cloudy
but, felt it, like a restless sky
rumbling along my spine
your mood-scent rain
filled my cup
wheting my abandoned lips
velvet eyes closed to my breath
the map, from me, to you
misplaced itself
when you stopped looking
there was something about the way
you silently left my senses
your name hung, like a ghost
in the chambers of my heart
blowing an icy wind along its walls
the steady beat echoed like emptiness
-did you come undone? alone
the ground is false hope ...
but, felt it, like a restless sky
rumbling along my spine
your mood-scent rain
filled my cup
wheting my abandoned lips
velvet eyes closed to my breath
the map, from me, to you
misplaced itself
when you stopped looking
there was something about the way
you silently left my senses
your name hung, like a ghost
in the chambers of my heart
blowing an icy wind along its walls
the steady beat echoed like emptiness
-did you come undone? alone
the ground is false hope ...
#WritingPoetry
132 reads
A few thoughts
Fragmented words creep into my dictionary
How can I make you understand?
The dissatisfaction of your own hide
Thoughts of my poetry skinning you alive
If every point had a reason
Then every word would have a meaning
I'll lure you in, since your intrigued
Finding the right word, causes such fatigue
No one's worth it in the long run
Everyone is out for themselves
We continue to create, articulate and construct
For those who enjoy, thanks for giving two fucks!
How can I make you understand?
The dissatisfaction of your own hide
Thoughts of my poetry skinning you alive
If every point had a reason
Then every word would have a meaning
I'll lure you in, since your intrigued
Finding the right word, causes such fatigue
No one's worth it in the long run
Everyone is out for themselves
We continue to create, articulate and construct
For those who enjoy, thanks for giving two fucks!
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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6 Comments
Question
Is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
#anxiety
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#mystery
#WritingPoetry
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8 Comments
DU Poetry : Popular Poems About Writing Poetry