Symbolism Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#symbolism
10 COMMANDMENTS FOR POETS
1. THOU SHALL write to please self.
2. THOU SHALL not be a slave to rules.
3. THOU SHALL not be afraid of rejection.
4. THOU SHALL not expect every poem to be perfect.
5. THOU SHALL read the works of others.
6. THOU SHALL always be looking for ideas.
7. THOU SHALL not confuse inspiration with perspiration.
8. THOU SHALL remember writing poetry makes you a poet.
9. THOU SHALL not be a plagiarist.
10. THOU SHALL not quit!
2. THOU SHALL not be a slave to rules.
3. THOU SHALL not be afraid of rejection.
4. THOU SHALL not expect every poem to be perfect.
5. THOU SHALL read the works of others.
6. THOU SHALL always be looking for ideas.
7. THOU SHALL not confuse inspiration with perspiration.
8. THOU SHALL remember writing poetry makes you a poet.
9. THOU SHALL not be a plagiarist.
10. THOU SHALL not quit!
#emotional
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
#uplifting
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Vetrnaetr, winter nights beginning
once more
I become her
silver silken haired
as she swims turmoil tides
diadems from dew
bend their fragile heads
floating in lunar light
cosmic clams open
blood of my brethren
sea faring
one eyed
as last leaf leaves
from her torso
earth bore
a nameless child
vespers
whisper
vinter
for tonight
my bride
is winter
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all rights...
I become her
silver silken haired
as she swims turmoil tides
diadems from dew
bend their fragile heads
floating in lunar light
cosmic clams open
blood of my brethren
sea faring
one eyed
as last leaf leaves
from her torso
earth bore
a nameless child
vespers
whisper
vinter
for tonight
my bride
is winter
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights...
#spiritual
#symbolism
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The Lamp and the Mirror's Midnight Chat
In silence's hush, where shadows play,
a lamp and mirror conversed one day,
their voices whisper, soft and low,
as midnight's stillness let their secrets grow.
Lamp: "Oh, Mirror, reflector of the soul,
what tales you tell, in silvery role.
Do you see joy or sorrow's sway?"
Mirror: "Both, dear Lamp, in endless array."
Lamp: "I light the path, through darkest night,
guiding dreamers, banishing fright.
But do you think, my glow's enough?"
Mirror: "Your radiance, shines steadfast love." ...
a lamp and mirror conversed one day,
their voices whisper, soft and low,
as midnight's stillness let their secrets grow.
Lamp: "Oh, Mirror, reflector of the soul,
what tales you tell, in silvery role.
Do you see joy or sorrow's sway?"
Mirror: "Both, dear Lamp, in endless array."
Lamp: "I light the path, through darkest night,
guiding dreamers, banishing fright.
But do you think, my glow's enough?"
Mirror: "Your radiance, shines steadfast love." ...
#dialogue
#symbolism
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giving birth (poetry)
you have
gave birth,
not to
something
new, but
something
old,
you are
the mother,
you are
the father,
each word
is breath,
each line
becomes
age,
now you
place them
out there,
on
their own.
gave birth,
not to
something
new, but
something
old,
you are
the mother,
you are
the father,
each word
is breath,
each line
becomes
age,
now you
place them
out there,
on
their own.
#emotional
#metaphor
#philosophical
#symbolism
#uplifting
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4 Comments
Orange
Poem 2: colours of Sol
Tangerine,
sweet.
Bounce and fizzle,
bright.
Excitement and joy,
glamour and sequin- shining like a
star. Gold.
I live for tomorrow,
drink and laugh, happy
just to exist.
Tangerine,
sweet.
Bounce and fizzle,
bright.
Excitement and joy,
glamour and sequin- shining like a
star. Gold.
I live for tomorrow,
drink and laugh, happy
just to exist.
#symbolism
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Red
Poem 1: colours of Sol
Anger, rage.
Hate,
they cloud the stage.
Blind
fury- shattering glass
and smashing the walls. Slicing open
a vein.
Bleed and scream. I see red.
Anger, rage.
Hate,
they cloud the stage.
Blind
fury- shattering glass
and smashing the walls. Slicing open
a vein.
Bleed and scream. I see red.
#symbolism
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No
There is nothing more weak
And pathetic
And comic
And dark
As the figure of my father
He is cheap
Like a eaten
Crusped
Apple
And I am his daughter.
And pathetic
And comic
And dark
As the figure of my father
He is cheap
Like a eaten
Crusped
Apple
And I am his daughter.
#confessional
#conflict
#father
#metaphor
#symbolism
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Biosemiosis
in nature there is a poem unwritten
conversation had through root systems
about the nature of itself, smitten
with all of life’s pulsing rhythms
the psalm of melodious birdsong
or show of a soulmate dancing along
life as we know it witnesses, each dawn
what is unspoken from mother to fawn
lives entangled together in chaos
words woven upon a bed of damp moss
poetry, a hymn among woodland gods
from forest river to mountain tops
from sun-kissed fields lit up bright
to the dark depths of ocean’s...
conversation had through root systems
about the nature of itself, smitten
with all of life’s pulsing rhythms
the psalm of melodious birdsong
or show of a soulmate dancing along
life as we know it witnesses, each dawn
what is unspoken from mother to fawn
lives entangled together in chaos
words woven upon a bed of damp moss
poetry, a hymn among woodland gods
from forest river to mountain tops
from sun-kissed fields lit up bright
to the dark depths of ocean’s...
#nature
#pagan
#spiritual
#symbolism
#WritingPoetry
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my song
if there
were
some way
for me
to convince
you
to be
enticed
by
my song,
maybe adorn
myself
with words,
wrap myself
in lines
from poems,
would you
accept
all these
things,
would you
be interested?
were
some way
for me
to convince
you
to be
enticed
by
my song,
maybe adorn
myself
with words,
wrap myself
in lines
from poems,
would you
accept
all these
things,
would you
be interested?
#dialogue
#emotional
#metaphor
#symbolism
#uplifting
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Brutal silence. Part 2
Outside with him. Attachment.
Was I not worth an angry hand?
I feel better, loved,when touches me.
Skin on skin.
Face-to-face expectation.
The sadness of the other side.
He gave to me .
He is everything.
Everything is within him.
I met him at sixteen.
My Mind wasn't mine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
Stepping out of the "window."
Time proceeded time.
For when we were young.
Love felt like soft,
full of hope,un-sung hero's, butterfly dreams.
I can't love anyone...
Was I not worth an angry hand?
I feel better, loved,when touches me.
Skin on skin.
Face-to-face expectation.
The sadness of the other side.
He gave to me .
He is everything.
Everything is within him.
I met him at sixteen.
My Mind wasn't mine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
Stepping out of the "window."
Time proceeded time.
For when we were young.
Love felt like soft,
full of hope,un-sung hero's, butterfly dreams.
I can't love anyone...
#symbolism
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a poet's web
how you spin your poetry
like an intricate spider's web,
catching each unsuspecting reader
in the silky lines of your tales,
seducing us into a trance
surrounding us with fine threads,
inviting us to a written show
dining on the words we read.
like an intricate spider's web,
catching each unsuspecting reader
in the silky lines of your tales,
seducing us into a trance
surrounding us with fine threads,
inviting us to a written show
dining on the words we read.
#rhyming
#metaphor
#symbolism
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GratiStimulation.
Why have you been texting me with obscure words?
Telling me what you gonna do to me,
when my head is yours.
Twist and squeeze my words,till all my thoughts lay dead. Everything I think,will be your thoughts,implanted in my head.
I'm not sure if I'm reading,correctly,what I've just read. But are you saying that you want me too stop being me, and become you instead?
All my thoughts,memories and feelings,implanted in your head.
Am I right in thinking, that I've read your text correct?
So you want to be in control,of all that's in my head? ...
Telling me what you gonna do to me,
when my head is yours.
Twist and squeeze my words,till all my thoughts lay dead. Everything I think,will be your thoughts,implanted in my head.
I'm not sure if I'm reading,correctly,what I've just read. But are you saying that you want me too stop being me, and become you instead?
All my thoughts,memories and feelings,implanted in your head.
Am I right in thinking, that I've read your text correct?
So you want to be in control,of all that's in my head? ...
#symbolism
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