Least Read Poems About Art
#art
A Light
The lone candle awaits
a solemn taper
in need of a caper
in need of a light
Bursting forth in the night
with a soft golden glow
finally able to show
the birth of creativity
How a single spark
can help embark
the poetic mind
on its solitary journey
Through the literary maze
the creative haze
that shrouds the way
cloaks the write
In the literal darkness
as I grasp the quill
assert my will
to again confront the page
a solemn taper
in need of a caper
in need of a light
Bursting forth in the night
with a soft golden glow
finally able to show
the birth of creativity
How a single spark
can help embark
the poetic mind
on its solitary journey
Through the literary maze
the creative haze
that shrouds the way
cloaks the write
In the literal darkness
as I grasp the quill
assert my will
to again confront the page
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Jagged Cliffs
So, how does one ever
climb on down
to lower prosaic ground
from such poetic heights
One step at a time
stumbling over rhyme
clinging to the edge
of some sharp line break
Only to begin once again
by dipping deep my pen
climb on down
to lower prosaic ground
from such poetic heights
One step at a time
stumbling over rhyme
clinging to the edge
of some sharp line break
Only to begin once again
by dipping deep my pen
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Poetic
Each spill a thrill
bleeding all over
the crisp virgin page
hoping it never, ever dries
bleeding all over
the crisp virgin page
hoping it never, ever dries
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Within the Ink
I do not have to think
only to feel...
be willing to reveal
all that the write will show
Like newly fallen snow
all of this white
reflects so very bright
the blank page is blinding
While my ink is binding
in the black words I pen
how I still begin again
right where I left off
All that I now do scoff
refuses to surrender
with every poem I render
every confession now made
Walking along this blade
concede now to the bleed
always on the keen brink
...
only to feel...
be willing to reveal
all that the write will show
Like newly fallen snow
all of this white
reflects so very bright
the blank page is blinding
While my ink is binding
in the black words I pen
how I still begin again
right where I left off
All that I now do scoff
refuses to surrender
with every poem I render
every confession now made
Walking along this blade
concede now to the bleed
always on the keen brink
...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Sculpt
The poem preexists
within the blank page
waits for me to engage
As I light the candle
dip the quill
remain forever still
Until the time is right
select each word
refining each line
Sculpt each stanza
taking my poetic time
until I release the rhyme
within the blank page
waits for me to engage
As I light the candle
dip the quill
remain forever still
Until the time is right
select each word
refining each line
Sculpt each stanza
taking my poetic time
until I release the rhyme
#rhyming
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Poemism
It is such a poetic way to live
letting life always give
all of its all
let the words then flow
where they want to go
either up or downstream
rising before the fall
falling before each rise
always such the surprise
within this schism of poemism
letting life always give
all of its all
let the words then flow
where they want to go
either up or downstream
rising before the fall
falling before each rise
always such the surprise
within this schism of poemism
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#art
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Inkantating
"Poetry lies its way
to the truth" ~ John Ciardi
So, where do I now start
To unravel this dark art
reveal all that it does conceal
within its few sticks of rhyme
only stuck together with time
A brief moment to foment
castings both old and new
walking through a sticky glue
without any hesitating
Whilst I am again inkantating
to the truth" ~ John Ciardi
So, where do I now start
To unravel this dark art
reveal all that it does conceal
within its few sticks of rhyme
only stuck together with time
A brief moment to foment
castings both old and new
walking through a sticky glue
without any hesitating
Whilst I am again inkantating
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#art
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Rhymeless
Sometimes things seem to make no sense
have no rhyme
have no reason
just random words on a page
meant to be torn out
shredded into strips
wadded up in a tight ball
to be rolled across the floor
tossed in the trash
a moment without its truth
lying lazily on the dusty floor
only awaiting the poet’s return
have no rhyme
have no reason
just random words on a page
meant to be torn out
shredded into strips
wadded up in a tight ball
to be rolled across the floor
tossed in the trash
a moment without its truth
lying lazily on the dusty floor
only awaiting the poet’s return
#FreeVerse
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Random Thoughts
All of these many shoulds and oughts
are merely just some random thoughts
suddenly brought to light
within a dark introspective night
Only some feelings I have felt
watching this red taper now melt
watching its molten wax
while I try once again to relax
For better or for worse
this is the lonely poet curse
to step back from the world
let each moment become unfurled
Dipping deep in darkened ink
then simply waiting upon the brink
on the cusp of the next line
urged on by the truly divine
Each...
are merely just some random thoughts
suddenly brought to light
within a dark introspective night
Only some feelings I have felt
watching this red taper now melt
watching its molten wax
while I try once again to relax
For better or for worse
this is the lonely poet curse
to step back from the world
let each moment become unfurled
Dipping deep in darkened ink
then simply waiting upon the brink
on the cusp of the next line
urged on by the truly divine
Each...
#art
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#night
#WritingPoetry
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Jot
I love this word
each time it is heard
always so bold
so clearly cavalier
Brimming with confidence
lacking all diffidence
no moment of hesitation
before the write
The thrill of the quill
stabbing the ink well
spilling the ink
before I have a chance to think
Making sure it is said
before the moment is dead
each loopy line
en garding the page
Like some poetic Fairbanks
joining the ranks
while owing all thanks
to my fairest Lady Muse
each time it is heard
always so bold
so clearly cavalier
Brimming with confidence
lacking all diffidence
no moment of hesitation
before the write
The thrill of the quill
stabbing the ink well
spilling the ink
before I have a chance to think
Making sure it is said
before the moment is dead
each loopy line
en garding the page
Like some poetic Fairbanks
joining the ranks
while owing all thanks
to my fairest Lady Muse
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#art
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Rhyme and Verse
It is the very world
where I live
where I thrive
the literary air I breathe
Engaged with a poem
whispering each word
so that it is only heard
by me
As I enter the page
fully engage
in the poetic flow
the artistic scene
Leave the prosaic
step back from the mosaic
finally able to view
all of its totality
Within this dear poetry
taking my time
tickled with rhyme
conversing in verse
where I live
where I thrive
the literary air I breathe
Engaged with a poem
whispering each word
so that it is only heard
by me
As I enter the page
fully engage
in the poetic flow
the artistic scene
Leave the prosaic
step back from the mosaic
finally able to view
all of its totality
Within this dear poetry
taking my time
tickled with rhyme
conversing in verse
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
#reading
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Thread
After each line is bled
it leaves a bright thread
a creative lint
on the fabric of the day
These scant words I say
disguised as verse
for better or worse
have their own static
In a lifetime so erratic
prosaic from the start
always unwilling to part
from this meandering stint
Such a needful bleed
while all doubts recede
the poem takes form
within the eye of the storm
it leaves a bright thread
a creative lint
on the fabric of the day
These scant words I say
disguised as verse
for better or worse
have their own static
In a lifetime so erratic
prosaic from the start
always unwilling to part
from this meandering stint
Such a needful bleed
while all doubts recede
the poem takes form
within the eye of the storm
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#art
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Art