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.
adagio
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 4:18pm
9th Feb 2025 4:18pm
Footnotes Knocking
Of innuendos and footnotes knocking
a shadow at my door harmonizing
like a ghost on a carousel
riding a pony, crucified frog notes
of innuendos and footnotes
a shadow at my door harmonizing
like a ghost on a carousel
riding a pony, crucified frog notes
of innuendos and footnotes
#aging
#philosophical
#WritingPoetry
83 reads
2 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 10:45pm
22nd Oct 2024 10:45pm
Love Poem
When they first met,
they made love with their eyes...
In her lonely nights
thoughts of him-
loving and lustful
penetrated through her mind
into her heart,
impregnating her soul;
where the thoughts fused
with her emotions
forming a zygote
of words.
Thus, how poetry was
conceived ...
they made love with their eyes...
In her lonely nights
thoughts of him-
loving and lustful
penetrated through her mind
into her heart,
impregnating her soul;
where the thoughts fused
with her emotions
forming a zygote
of words.
Thus, how poetry was
conceived ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#love
#lover
#lust
#WritingPoetry
417 reads
23 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
1480 reads
5 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 11:40pm
5th Feb 2025 11:40pm
my only criticism
violence sex extreme emotion
has all gone on for quite a while,
so perhaps don’t focus on the content/subject
so much as the author’s style ..
has all gone on for quite a while,
so perhaps don’t focus on the content/subject
so much as the author’s style ..
#WritingPoetry
64 reads
5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
13th Feb 2024 7:36am
13th Feb 2024 7:36am
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...
#WritingPoetry
221 reads
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 5:22pm
22nd Aug 2024 5:22pm
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...
#WritingPoetry
183 reads
10 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
20th Jun 2023 11:10pm
20th Jun 2023 11:10pm
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
#WritingPoetry
252 reads
8 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 3:12am
12th Jan 2025 3:12am
Priestess of Poetry
Priestess of Poetry
Sharp focus of her camera eyes
Sends solar flares into my schism
Where fire and water collide
Like the birth of the planets
She is the dark eyes of the world
That gaze upon my soul
With the heat of a thousand suns
When she breathes my heart murmurs
In the solitude of rebirth
When her comet streaks into my gilded maleness
From the outer reaches of my plasmic void
As silence is the song
When my orbit swings low
To her sweet chariot of fire
Sharp focus of her camera eyes
Sends solar flares into my schism
Where fire and water collide
Like the birth of the planets
She is the dark eyes of the world
That gaze upon my soul
With the heat of a thousand suns
When she breathes my heart murmurs
In the solitude of rebirth
When her comet streaks into my gilded maleness
From the outer reaches of my plasmic void
As silence is the song
When my orbit swings low
To her sweet chariot of fire
#admiration
#beauty
#women #WritingPoetry
#women #WritingPoetry
89 reads
2 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 00:38am
22nd Sep 2024 00:38am
My Memoir Grimoire
Letters steadily seep from my pen
soul kissed, finding their sacred spot
casting spells with words
soaking each page with creation
mating with paper for life
My mind, the sun
often so bright I don't
see the words as they come
they spill, blindly
determined to burn alive
At other times
my mind's shadow
howls at the moon
baring its sharp teeth
with every bitten word
scaring my fingers
Each breath, a second of time
spreading to all four corners
of my favorite pages
addicted to the...
soul kissed, finding their sacred spot
casting spells with words
soaking each page with creation
mating with paper for life
My mind, the sun
often so bright I don't
see the words as they come
they spill, blindly
determined to burn alive
At other times
my mind's shadow
howls at the moon
baring its sharp teeth
with every bitten word
scaring my fingers
Each breath, a second of time
spreading to all four corners
of my favorite pages
addicted to the...
#books
#witches
#WritingPoetry
509 reads
41 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
A World in Chains
How do you uncage a mind—
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
#art
#scary
#WritingPoetry
36 reads
4 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 6:39pm
7th Feb 2025 6:39pm
A Poet’s Ever Tweet
A rose, in the hands of God, lays her fate
As seasons cease not shake and shape
Those are Nature creed, obey and not berate
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't debate.
Pains that affect the heart, we do feel once
As deep they might dig, the pleasure is immense
Time when slow to meet a wish, the ache intense
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't make sense.
A rhymer lays bare the fine music of verse
Mother nature would fill a heart and wounds nurse
Uphold Beauty and in the wonders of poetry the soul immerse
Wisdom, in a blessed...
As seasons cease not shake and shape
Those are Nature creed, obey and not berate
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't debate.
Pains that affect the heart, we do feel once
As deep they might dig, the pleasure is immense
Time when slow to meet a wish, the ache intense
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't make sense.
A rhymer lays bare the fine music of verse
Mother nature would fill a heart and wounds nurse
Uphold Beauty and in the wonders of poetry the soul immerse
Wisdom, in a blessed...
#admiration
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#wisdom
#WritingPoetry
70 reads
6 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 7:18pm
7th Oct 2024 7:18pm
no real critique
Why is it that it’s oh so rare
that those on DUP
who in reply to plain requests
from posters here
for honest criticism of their work
respond with thoughtful
well informed, articulate analysis
of how and why a piece
succeeds (or fails) to show
poetic art?
Is not the answer to my question that
most of the readers on this site
are clanging amateurs
too unfamiliar with the rules
of what Pope called “the dance”
and who have no idea of
the steps to take
and what to say
to let a person see ...
that those on DUP
who in reply to plain requests
from posters here
for honest criticism of their work
respond with thoughtful
well informed, articulate analysis
of how and why a piece
succeeds (or fails) to show
poetic art?
Is not the answer to my question that
most of the readers on this site
are clanging amateurs
too unfamiliar with the rules
of what Pope called “the dance”
and who have no idea of
the steps to take
and what to say
to let a person see ...
#WritingPoetry
123 reads
6 Comments
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