Poems About Writing Poetry by Top Critiquers
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Poems about writing poetry by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
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
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DUP
boxes filled,
then hauled away.
a final look around.
the room cleared;
the doors locked.
the parking lot emptied
and a new beginning
............for everyone?
then hauled away.
a final look around.
the room cleared;
the doors locked.
the parking lot emptied
and a new beginning
............for everyone?
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just an old romantic
wearily picked up my pen
and copied into a notebook another
poem soon to
disappear from the internet
it’s my own fault, of course, that out of
five thousand or so
I fell in love with a couple I’d written,
the rest I’ll forget
and copied into a notebook another
poem soon to
disappear from the internet
it’s my own fault, of course, that out of
five thousand or so
I fell in love with a couple I’d written,
the rest I’ll forget
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for the lost poets
I hurt in the nothingness
it surrounds my soul and confounds me
it is silent here and I'm sad
sacred in her art this once was a place of great communications
poetry spoken fluently and openly
I wonder now,
where has everyone gone?
where are the souls commingling?
the quiet hurts my ears
intellectual debate is missing
heavy hitting poems are ignored
I wonder is poetry a dead language
one that no one cares to learn
it surrounds my soul and confounds me
it is silent here and I'm sad
sacred in her art this once was a place of great communications
poetry spoken fluently and openly
I wonder now,
where has everyone gone?
where are the souls commingling?
the quiet hurts my ears
intellectual debate is missing
heavy hitting poems are ignored
I wonder is poetry a dead language
one that no one cares to learn
#love
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To Be Like The Most High
DRACON’S CASTLE
Sighisoara, Romania
Naynina felt a soft feather tip to her cheek. She heard voices speaking about her, as if she could not hear. The voices above were overcrowding her brain’s neurons.
“Naynina, open your eyes,” a smooth baritone voice, on the other side of her warm cocoon, demanded of her.
Naynina’s eyes slowly opened. They fluttered to adjust her vision within the dimness of the bedroom.
Professor Peeples and Dracon’s presence were bent over her supine position.
Naynina sat up. She glanced...
Sighisoara, Romania
Naynina felt a soft feather tip to her cheek. She heard voices speaking about her, as if she could not hear. The voices above were overcrowding her brain’s neurons.
“Naynina, open your eyes,” a smooth baritone voice, on the other side of her warm cocoon, demanded of her.
Naynina’s eyes slowly opened. They fluttered to adjust her vision within the dimness of the bedroom.
Professor Peeples and Dracon’s presence were bent over her supine position.
Naynina sat up. She glanced...
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The Ink Stained Mirror
self critical poet
writing mediocre poetry
never be published
writing mediocre poetry
never be published
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
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poetry is dead
wind rips her veins from a lost crumbled soul
barren in meadows grown old
fixated
a proven path
a past
watching ice melt trickle
and all as well as it was
frozen within time
from heartbeats long ago
when words tumbled
seduced
from a golden chalice
eclipsed in an elixir of the sun
running off with the shadows
humming new found melodies
love blooming in the iris
life beaming abound
it was summer
as they did say
and she was know to wake at all hours ...
barren in meadows grown old
fixated
a proven path
a past
watching ice melt trickle
and all as well as it was
frozen within time
from heartbeats long ago
when words tumbled
seduced
from a golden chalice
eclipsed in an elixir of the sun
running off with the shadows
humming new found melodies
love blooming in the iris
life beaming abound
it was summer
as they did say
and she was know to wake at all hours ...
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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
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record
the
beauty n ugliness
of
my words n visual media
wholly
depends
on your
feelings n thoughts...
beauty n ugliness
of
my words n visual media
wholly
depends
on your
feelings n thoughts...
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Cuckoo Spit
08/30
Cuckoo Spit
Often feels like never
yet knowing it’s been
along, long time
Forever
Since I’ve had to stop
being indolent
and write.
A year of only daily journaling
makes me rusty
where thoughts chip away
at my creativity.
The submissive in me
I suppose,
causes me to sign up to
the challenge of
writing one spill a day
for thirty days
I KNOW I can vomit crap
wth little effort
It’s the attempt to spit
quality thick saliva
that is not that simple ...
Cuckoo Spit
Often feels like never
yet knowing it’s been
along, long time
Forever
Since I’ve had to stop
being indolent
and write.
A year of only daily journaling
makes me rusty
where thoughts chip away
at my creativity.
The submissive in me
I suppose,
causes me to sign up to
the challenge of
writing one spill a day
for thirty days
I KNOW I can vomit crap
wth little effort
It’s the attempt to spit
quality thick saliva
that is not that simple ...
#myself
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I'd like to write more
I'd like to write more
before playing in traffic
and the big bus of time
splays me into the
asphalt
I'd like to write more
before I free fall off
the ledge of years
into the abyss
I'd like to write more
before the night swallows
me one last time and
craps me out into
my grave
I'd like to write more
about;
things I understand
( an old dog treating a
bone like a holy relic)
(cats melting like chocolate
laying...
before playing in traffic
and the big bus of time
splays me into the
asphalt
I'd like to write more
before I free fall off
the ledge of years
into the abyss
I'd like to write more
before the night swallows
me one last time and
craps me out into
my grave
I'd like to write more
about;
things I understand
( an old dog treating a
bone like a holy relic)
(cats melting like chocolate
laying...
#death
#fate
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RiP
On sea crests where shadows weave
the sky frown down sullen grey
here she stand in silence grieve
her sobs stifled with sorrow lay
tears as rain like whispers lost
tales told of love within the brine
her hair wild and wind tossed
yet mocking the sunlit waves did shine
she swims and beckons from the tide
she drowns beauty lost in gloom
her essence in waves and breeze
in this sea she reaches for home
the ocean's sorrow swell
hold her tight in its embrace
her haunting song and spell...
the sky frown down sullen grey
here she stand in silence grieve
her sobs stifled with sorrow lay
tears as rain like whispers lost
tales told of love within the brine
her hair wild and wind tossed
yet mocking the sunlit waves did shine
she swims and beckons from the tide
she drowns beauty lost in gloom
her essence in waves and breeze
in this sea she reaches for home
the ocean's sorrow swell
hold her tight in its embrace
her haunting song and spell...
#suicide
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