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.
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
4th Feb 2021 3:28pm
4th Feb 2021 3:28pm
Female Serial Killer found dead
Please copy and listen while reading and as always thanks for looking ♥️
Boston band Aerosmith seasons of wither https://youtube.com/watch?v=dVhu6UXFqbU
Now headed to Fitchburg Mass to crash at my dope mans spot. I knew as long as I gave up some pussy or head or both, he'd let me stay one night. But first I had to stop somewhere to pee, plus I needed to calm down, my nerves whare frazzled !
Narin my exit I spotted a rest stop, off I-90...
Boston band Aerosmith seasons of wither https://youtube.com/watch?v=dVhu6UXFqbU
Now headed to Fitchburg Mass to crash at my dope mans spot. I knew as long as I gave up some pussy or head or both, he'd let me stay one night. But first I had to stop somewhere to pee, plus I needed to calm down, my nerves whare frazzled !
Narin my exit I spotted a rest stop, off I-90...
#WritingPoetry
235 reads
18 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 4:41am
17th Dec 2024 4:41am
The Ink Stained Mirror
self critical poet
writing mediocre poetry
never be published
writing mediocre poetry
never be published
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#senryu #WritingPoetry
#senryu #WritingPoetry
134 reads
6 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 3:07pm
22nd Sep 2024 3:07pm
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
148 reads
12 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 00:34am
7th Oct 2024 00:34am
Crawling Chaos (In-Between)
Croaking sky, her iron eyes
speak no more my wet rock home
thund'rous soul claps true & free
peace within this stressful storm
feathered crowning starry shine
brimstone shores our fleshy leak
blazing calm through battered time
mellowed from her salted peak
crooning zenith siren head
sickle moon reaps loom for oil
mongrel boom for rainfall plead
blue tongues parched with room & toil
sings this fume to wooden East
melts with mantled Northern hiss
crawling chaos in-between
binding...
speak no more my wet rock home
thund'rous soul claps true & free
peace within this stressful storm
feathered crowning starry shine
brimstone shores our fleshy leak
blazing calm through battered time
mellowed from her salted peak
crooning zenith siren head
sickle moon reaps loom for oil
mongrel boom for rainfall plead
blue tongues parched with room & toil
sings this fume to wooden East
melts with mantled Northern hiss
crawling chaos in-between
binding...
#acceptance
#love
#mystery #WritingPoetry
#mystery #WritingPoetry
240 reads
1 Comment
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
113 reads
2 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 7:04pm
11th Apr 2025 7:04pm
curious hands
AnitaMagdalenaPoetry 03/2014
#WritingPoetry
82 reads
2 Comments
DaisyGrace
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 1:36am
8th Apr 2025 1:36am
And All the Men and Women Merely Players
She clicks and clacks and ticks and tacks
her nails upon the desk.
Her pencil rolls, her eyebrows pinch –
a writer, picturesque.
She thinks of words and phrases turned
and how to use a dash;
considers pauses, vowels, and sounds
and where she keeps her stash
of favorite pens and paper clips.
(Such a stereotype!
I can’t believe your mind went there!
You ought to give it a wipe.)
And as you watch, a poem sings
and sprawls across the stage.
Her smile? It glows and lights the room,
the spark of creation...
her nails upon the desk.
Her pencil rolls, her eyebrows pinch –
a writer, picturesque.
She thinks of words and phrases turned
and how to use a dash;
considers pauses, vowels, and sounds
and where she keeps her stash
of favorite pens and paper clips.
(Such a stereotype!
I can’t believe your mind went there!
You ought to give it a wipe.)
And as you watch, a poem sings
and sprawls across the stage.
Her smile? It glows and lights the room,
the spark of creation...
#WritingPoetry
6 reads
0 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
9th Jan 2020 4:01pm
9th Jan 2020 4:01pm
THE WRITER'S MIND
Swimming in the deep depths of tales
A place where writers sometimes go
In urgent need to find themselves
To envision again the writing flow
A place where words swim like fish
Many are like sirens that sing in bubbles
that carries their voices in bliss
Hiding their beauty in the trenches tunnels
All glow shining with inscriptions within
Giving ideas that can create
A plot for your mind to confine in
That exploit to initiate.
As you go deeper into the abyss of its body
It gets darker, colder ...
A place where writers sometimes go
In urgent need to find themselves
To envision again the writing flow
A place where words swim like fish
Many are like sirens that sing in bubbles
that carries their voices in bliss
Hiding their beauty in the trenches tunnels
All glow shining with inscriptions within
Giving ideas that can create
A plot for your mind to confine in
That exploit to initiate.
As you go deeper into the abyss of its body
It gets darker, colder ...
#sea
#WritingPoetry
916 reads
23 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 8:39pm
22nd Feb 2025 8:39pm
Poetry
Come and look at me
As I get high in poetry
Poetry.
As I get high in poetry
Poetry.
#WritingPoetry
77 reads
0 Comments
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