Poems About Writing Poetry by Top Critiquers
#WritingPoetry
Poems about writing poetry by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
The hidden language weeping willows speak
O'temp you dark skies
spill forth sins of bloody ink
so repeats the disguise
spill forth sins of bloody ink
so repeats the disguise
#lies
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#senryu
#manipulation
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29 Comments
You flip through me...
Closing my eyes feeling you overwhelm every cell.
Repeating mentally: "Just don't let go."
Tie me tightly and hold me here, this cell you put me in.
Reflecting the embodiment of your darkest desires.
I'm yours. I will melt with the dawn and disappear ...
But while I'm around, I whisper to you, as if in delirium:
Embroider me with the roughness of your fingers, flip through me.
Do whatever you want - just don't let go as I shake and vibrate!
...
Repeating mentally: "Just don't let go."
Tie me tightly and hold me here, this cell you put me in.
Reflecting the embodiment of your darkest desires.
I'm yours. I will melt with the dawn and disappear ...
But while I'm around, I whisper to you, as if in delirium:
Embroider me with the roughness of your fingers, flip through me.
Do whatever you want - just don't let go as I shake and vibrate!
...
#dark
#WritingPoetry
#IMissYou
#sensual
#orgasm
117 reads
28 Comments
A Torrid Love Affair
I started to practice the art of writing
When I’d stutter and the words got stuck in my throat
And though sometimes my spirit went down fighting
My will would not let me get choked
I had a lot of love to express
Composing poems and prose proved promising and exciting
And when I chose to confess my emotions to impress
I found out I lacked the finesse to be inciting
So, I practiced and practiced
I studied, read, spilled and rehearsed
Trying to do my damnedest
With each and every verse from my...
When I’d stutter and the words got stuck in my throat
And though sometimes my spirit went down fighting
My will would not let me get choked
I had a lot of love to express
Composing poems and prose proved promising and exciting
And when I chose to confess my emotions to impress
I found out I lacked the finesse to be inciting
So, I practiced and practiced
I studied, read, spilled and rehearsed
Trying to do my damnedest
With each and every verse from my...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
Painting with words
There are many ways
of making art with words.
Some poets order them formally—
counting out syllables,
conducting their rhythms precisely,
following the rules,
producing classical beauty.
Some delicately
sprinkle
a few
select sounds.
Less… ...
of making art with words.
Some poets order them formally—
counting out syllables,
conducting their rhythms precisely,
following the rules,
producing classical beauty.
Some delicately
sprinkle
a few
select sounds.
Less… ...
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#NaPoWriMo2022
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13 Comments
You Tease Me
It's a defense mechanism
You never allow me a break
Except every so often
You slip a little
I know you care
I won't tell anyone
I've got to teach you to love yourself first
Then I will get the spoils
I can wait
You never allow me a break
Except every so often
You slip a little
I know you care
I won't tell anyone
I've got to teach you to love yourself first
Then I will get the spoils
I can wait
#love
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
#learning
#philosophical
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37 Comments
Far Away, I Am Free
A young girls fantasy
becomes
A grown woman’s sadness
How warped fate can be
To twist and knot a dream
Euphoric beginnings eroded
Daily, the grind of merely existing
I long to run
Yet, maps are obsolete and
Siri didn’t understand my request
Fancy language and scripted fonts
Do little to assuage this emptiness
Bards of yesteryear are mute
To the very thing I need to hear
I don’t know where to go?
becomes
A grown woman’s sadness
How warped fate can be
To twist and knot a dream
Euphoric beginnings eroded
Daily, the grind of merely existing
I long to run
Yet, maps are obsolete and
Siri didn’t understand my request
Fancy language and scripted fonts
Do little to assuage this emptiness
Bards of yesteryear are mute
To the very thing I need to hear
I don’t know where to go?
#WritingPoetry
#FeelingLost
306 reads
40 Comments
I live among the pages
Echoes of past Thoughts Resonate
Across the pages
Like footprints over desert sand
Sometimes lost Or overlooked
Waiting to be found....
The dunes of time move forward
But the words within still relate
Like a mirage in the distance...
You can't quite make it out
But you recognise something similar in yourself
As does the wind blow across barren
Plains
Your eyes come across great stories of happiness and pain
And even though it doesn't pour down often in the desert
...
Across the pages
Like footprints over desert sand
Sometimes lost Or overlooked
Waiting to be found....
The dunes of time move forward
But the words within still relate
Like a mirage in the distance...
You can't quite make it out
But you recognise something similar in yourself
As does the wind blow across barren
Plains
Your eyes come across great stories of happiness and pain
And even though it doesn't pour down often in the desert
...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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9 Comments
poetry, therapy for the mad
shadowed faith and die
it hurts to feel this alive
passions peak love and hate...divine
to feel this strongly, god I dig it
the highs so awesome
the grey so melancholy
I wouldn't want to change it
to understand one you must experience the other
the blue days full of sunshine
feeling good and connected
then the bad days come and I feel adrift
alone in the madness
these days even the music rifts fail me
so I sail the written pages
and hope words don't fail
cut, slash and burn
feel it in my...
it hurts to feel this alive
passions peak love and hate...divine
to feel this strongly, god I dig it
the highs so awesome
the grey so melancholy
I wouldn't want to change it
to understand one you must experience the other
the blue days full of sunshine
feeling good and connected
then the bad days come and I feel adrift
alone in the madness
these days even the music rifts fail me
so I sail the written pages
and hope words don't fail
cut, slash and burn
feel it in my...
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
112 reads
19 Comments
Wisdom of Poetry
My heart is exploding
because of your lovely
words you write in your poems
Right now your doing
your own thing trying
to survive the jungle which
we call earth by any
means necessary
Which we used to
write these lovely
words of wisdom
that come from our
Heart and our Head
Which can be good
and evil togethdr
because of your lovely
words you write in your poems
Right now your doing
your own thing trying
to survive the jungle which
we call earth by any
means necessary
Which we used to
write these lovely
words of wisdom
that come from our
Heart and our Head
Which can be good
and evil togethdr
#kindness
#evil
#WritingPoetry
#emotional
#emotions
246 reads
2 Comments
Could U Resist These Ah Wetly Nights

#dark
#WritingPoetry
#UnrequitedLove #FirstLove
#UnrequitedLove #FirstLove
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0 Comments
Ode to Stephen King (If It Bleeds)
I dreamt I spoke to the element of the dark
Brought my sharpen blades and my Holy Oil for any movement that larks
I heard a voice harken, so I had to see
Oh, you are the one who people talk about as being a Stephen King wanna be
Hum… I told the dark I will bite your broken ass you come barking up my tree
And you know this old man, once a Knight beheaded by my hands
Blocked, and quartered after the...
Brought my sharpen blades and my Holy Oil for any movement that larks
I heard a voice harken, so I had to see
Oh, you are the one who people talk about as being a Stephen King wanna be
Hum… I told the dark I will bite your broken ass you come barking up my tree
And you know this old man, once a Knight beheaded by my hands
Blocked, and quartered after the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
Cloud Balloons
An imagine nation
Sealed towards a path
Of en-heighten-ment
An ice crystal ceremony
On a course of destiny
Found in a place of helium
Consumed with freedom
Absorbing my crown chakra
A Thousand Cloud Balloons
Tethered to my brain
By molten lightening veins
Pouring and wrapping around
My hands like rubber bands
This armada of
Transcendence
Pulling on my skin
In independence
Til I split open
Torn towards heaven
Bought by the sky ...
Sealed towards a path
Of en-heighten-ment
An ice crystal ceremony
On a course of destiny
Found in a place of helium
Consumed with freedom
Absorbing my crown chakra
A Thousand Cloud Balloons
Tethered to my brain
By molten lightening veins
Pouring and wrapping around
My hands like rubber bands
This armada of
Transcendence
Pulling on my skin
In independence
Til I split open
Torn towards heaven
Bought by the sky ...
#clouds
#WritingPoetry
125 reads
4 Comments
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