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.
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 9:36pm
3rd Mar 2025 9:36pm
Eerie was a Friend of Mine -- R.I.P.
I don't know how to process her passing
We met years ago on DUP
It is a friendship to remember
If you knew Eerie you knew who she was
Tough, Vulnerable, Funny, Sarcastic come to mind
Kind, loving, intense, pretty and sexy are in there too
Make no mistake with Eerie
If she had a beef, she let you know without fanfare
No stranger to physical and medical problems
She did not complain
I had and still have the utmost respect for Eerie
I'd like to be more eloquent but...
We met years ago on DUP
It is a friendship to remember
If you knew Eerie you knew who she was
Tough, Vulnerable, Funny, Sarcastic come to mind
Kind, loving, intense, pretty and sexy are in there too
Make no mistake with Eerie
If she had a beef, she let you know without fanfare
No stranger to physical and medical problems
She did not complain
I had and still have the utmost respect for Eerie
I'd like to be more eloquent but...
#death
#friendship
#love
#sadness
#WritingPoetry
112 reads
27 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 8:24pm
5th Dec 2024 8:24pm
Interiors
A sandwich and some citrus fruit
sure beats a bowl of soup,
and then to keep the thoughts astute;
black tea by double scoop.
And winter sun is lots of fun
but I'm expecting rain,
because the worst has not begun...
from which I will abstain.
sure beats a bowl of soup,
and then to keep the thoughts astute;
black tea by double scoop.
And winter sun is lots of fun
but I'm expecting rain,
because the worst has not begun...
from which I will abstain.
#minimalist
#WritingPoetry
159 reads
10 Comments
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
91 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 3:52pm
26th Feb 2025 3:52pm
Bird Nesting Poetry
In the heart of dawn, poets awaken.
Like mother birds in nests forsaken.
Words like worms tenderly taken
to feed their young, love unshaken.
Quills dipped in dew, they glide and soar
over landscapes of dreams, forevermore.
Each verse a morsel as hearts implore,
Nurturing souls by stories they store.
Under the vast canopy of sky...
Poets sing lullabies, every nigh,
to fledgling thoughts, dreams amplify.
Wings of words lift high.
With beaks of ink they gently share
wisdom and warmth beyond compare. ...
Like mother birds in nests forsaken.
Words like worms tenderly taken
to feed their young, love unshaken.
Quills dipped in dew, they glide and soar
over landscapes of dreams, forevermore.
Each verse a morsel as hearts implore,
Nurturing souls by stories they store.
Under the vast canopy of sky...
Poets sing lullabies, every nigh,
to fledgling thoughts, dreams amplify.
Wings of words lift high.
With beaks of ink they gently share
wisdom and warmth beyond compare. ...
#birds
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
75 reads
7 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 2:00pm
18th Oct 2024 2:00pm
D's Poetry
about the writing
process in here
& how it goes
it usually starts
with music a pic
and concept or
favorite quote
words on paper
left to simmer for
a couple of days
at times weeks
adding pieces &
deleting bits next
is over and over
finetuning lines
it's a nightmare
a perfectionist to
the core the bar
is set high and
the control freak
doesn't make any
concessions to the
content, format & flow
process in here
& how it goes
it usually starts
with music a pic
and concept or
favorite quote
words on paper
left to simmer for
a couple of days
at times weeks
adding pieces &
deleting bits next
is over and over
finetuning lines
it's a nightmare
a perfectionist to
the core the bar
is set high and
the control freak
doesn't make any
concessions to the
content, format & flow
#OCD
#WritingPoetry
356 reads
44 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 3:09pm
28th Feb 2025 3:09pm
con-verse-ly complex
the waves of these waters cresting white
caught in the beauty of rising tide
cascade
we are more than our nocturnal wandering
more than our creaking bones
more than the blood singing through our veins
we are ancient new-borns
eyes barely open on a new day
new dawn
& we wander these moonlit paths
beasts seeking sanctuary
succor & tranquility
with thunder rumbling through our souls
lightning flaring from hungry tongues
calling through rivers & streams
kindred spirit beckoning home ...
caught in the beauty of rising tide
cascade
we are more than our nocturnal wandering
more than our creaking bones
more than the blood singing through our veins
we are ancient new-borns
eyes barely open on a new day
new dawn
& we wander these moonlit paths
beasts seeking sanctuary
succor & tranquility
with thunder rumbling through our souls
lightning flaring from hungry tongues
calling through rivers & streams
kindred spirit beckoning home ...
#gratitude
#inspirational
#MyInspiration
#passion
#WritingPoetry
127 reads
20 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 4:07pm
22nd Sep 2024 4:07pm
Womb of Creation
Boisterous battle to be born.
Words lodged in nerves slightly torn.
The order of which is still absurd.
The imagination is marvelously moist.
Ideas transformed creatively unspoiled.
A sentence.
Drenches the blankness of the page.
I've heard meaning is all the rage.
To be profound,
without uttering a sound.
The womb of creation
sparkles spellbound.
Words lodged in nerves slightly torn.
The order of which is still absurd.
The imagination is marvelously moist.
Ideas transformed creatively unspoiled.
A sentence.
Drenches the blankness of the page.
I've heard meaning is all the rage.
To be profound,
without uttering a sound.
The womb of creation
sparkles spellbound.
#dreams
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
137 reads
12 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
8th Jan 2023 2:56pm
8th Jan 2023 2:56pm
Red Peignoir/ Collab with KristinaX
A red peignoir is a summoning torch
I unweave the petals of the brightest roses
Lace from the passion of scarlet drops
A flowing heart, with it's ripe vines.
I get drunk on you watching me,
as I toast to your presence.
My lips summon the wine glass
and I stare into the weakened blood of it
swarming to my mouth.
The web pangs it's melancholy tune
Haunting desires stalking a troubled mind
Weaving strands of your essence on my lips
Consuming them, playing them...
Like a tune best forgotten, if I could.
But...
I unweave the petals of the brightest roses
Lace from the passion of scarlet drops
A flowing heart, with it's ripe vines.
I get drunk on you watching me,
as I toast to your presence.
My lips summon the wine glass
and I stare into the weakened blood of it
swarming to my mouth.
The web pangs it's melancholy tune
Haunting desires stalking a troubled mind
Weaving strands of your essence on my lips
Consuming them, playing them...
Like a tune best forgotten, if I could.
But...
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
478 reads
14 Comments
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
143 reads
8 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
12th Mar 2024 8:00pm
12th Mar 2024 8:00pm
I'll dedicate it to you...
I'm cumming on a piece of paper
With a blue-eyed bouquet of words
I'm cumming! And in this orgasm...
I break off my shackles
For all those who didn't get it
Who didn't dare to perceive themselves
I not once, but twice, and...
To boldly give myself
I just want this continuous orgasm
Exhausted, wet, sticky
And all smeared with ecstasy
Poured out on the sheet
And I can't restrain myself
Nymphomaniac craving for poetry
Grabbing the ink from the shelf again,
I... I'll dedicate it to you!
With a blue-eyed bouquet of words
I'm cumming! And in this orgasm...
I break off my shackles
For all those who didn't get it
Who didn't dare to perceive themselves
I not once, but twice, and...
To boldly give myself
I just want this continuous orgasm
Exhausted, wet, sticky
And all smeared with ecstasy
Poured out on the sheet
And I can't restrain myself
Nymphomaniac craving for poetry
Grabbing the ink from the shelf again,
I... I'll dedicate it to you!
#WritingPoetry
#orgasm
632 reads
55 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
4th Sep 2011 00:27am
4th Sep 2011 00:27am
Angel, Devil
I feel the joy of the self inflicted
The joy and madness righteously conflicted
All my words, they're contradicted
When from my soul my heart's evicted
I live by the standards other set
I set myself up to lose the bet
When the silence claims me, there are regrets
Things pushed down, I can't forget
Lost in words, an illusion of perfection
I've perfected the perfect rejection
My identity split into fragments, sections
When the only truth is that I am looking for a connection
Angel, Devil on my shoulder ...
The joy and madness righteously conflicted
All my words, they're contradicted
When from my soul my heart's evicted
I live by the standards other set
I set myself up to lose the bet
When the silence claims me, there are regrets
Things pushed down, I can't forget
Lost in words, an illusion of perfection
I've perfected the perfect rejection
My identity split into fragments, sections
When the only truth is that I am looking for a connection
Angel, Devil on my shoulder ...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
1493 reads
5 Comments
eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
18th May 2024 3:43pm
18th May 2024 3:43pm
His Only Regret
The poem unwritten
Still in his head
Words left silent
Thoughts left for dead
Not just his poem
His whole expression
Lost in the calm
of his innermost passion
Sitting in the dark
corners of his mind
is the home of his mark
he'll never leave behind
When the life if a poet
comes to an end
His only regret
The poem unwritten
Tim Eros
24051807
Still in his head
Words left silent
Thoughts left for dead
Not just his poem
His whole expression
Lost in the calm
of his innermost passion
Sitting in the dark
corners of his mind
is the home of his mark
he'll never leave behind
When the life if a poet
comes to an end
His only regret
The poem unwritten
Tim Eros
24051807
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
18 reads
7 Comments
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