Poets and Poems | Examples of Poems for Poets

In The Waiting Womb Thereof (Apropos Of Poetic Onement) Thanks for being here with me in the waiting time of the birthing flow from the poetic womb thereof: We mind-pregnant poets have all experienced that spacing time reality of which poets must be in waiting for the waiting poetic womb to give birth:- At times, we’re forced to realize that we, too,...

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The tortured soul will never let go When off the tongue the words will roll At all hours never knowing when inspiration will hit Thoughts running wild, then bridled with a bit When ruminating on your bed Tossing around words that rhyme in your head All the rights that are wronged Need to be corrected and not prolonged So you fight in the...

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I want to weep at the destruction of poetry that comes now with the use of...

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In silent keys, their voices fade, Clara’s theremin weeps where poets strayed. No human hand, yet sorrow sings, A ghostly hum through broken strings. Their verses, once of flesh and fire, Now echo cold in digital pyre. The authentic heart, its rhythm gone, Replaced by code’s unfeeling song. Mourn the scribes whose truths decay, In circuits deep, they slip away. Yet still we chase their...

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Hello I have emailed each winner and have not received email replies except from 11 of you. Please reply via email as soup mail deletes after six months. Also it is already a challenge matching poets names with email and poem as some vary using pen names. I am giving you time as I know life...

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I wake to choices, mine to make, No predetermined path to walk, No scripted lines I have to talk. This Fourth of July I celebrate Not just a nation's founding date, But my own revolution won The day I chose to be someone The neighbors whisper, "Strange," they say, "Why live so differently this way?" But their approval never fed The hunger growing in my...

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A super computer Is coming for my lines It thinks faster than me By several thousand times First it was chess I thought it my domain I can’t compete now It’s driving me insane It’s better and better Not awkward at all Feed in an idea Or Tale rather tall No spelling mistakes Grammar precise The jokes on me AI ain’t very nice It can write copy Or a hit...

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Blue love is a love we feel that is like the ocean, waves that flow. Flow like our mood, high and low, strong then weak. Making us have a feeling of meek. Loving in the blue mood, can make us feel like the blue sky, calm and content. Blue love, is royal because it can give...

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IN THE SEA OF LIFE AND THE SANDS OF TIME As the sun continues to rise, As the moon continues to wane and wax, Here I am, continuing to wave on The wrinkling sea of life, streaming to its shores, To froth and seep deep into the waiting sands of time; Here to canvas clanging conch-like echoing footprints:- As the sun continues...

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Something very interesting happened I looked at some poems that won in a contest The winners were all top ten winners There were very few winners in the contest Just out of curiosity I copied and pasted Each one, one by one into an AI checker Guess what that AI checker found All of them were written by AI...

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Let’s be brutally honest with each other AI poems are being posted on soup Can be seen on a daily basis Keep seeing the same names produce it I don’t bother alerting admin as Nothing gets done, so instead I Go and seek genuine poems… HOWEVER I USED to read a poem and comment Now I often copy and paste them To check...

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want to hear from you not with you laying it out but in clangs and chimes that evoke my own response ~ easier to write that way...

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I was blessed to be attached by the words Like a child in a field of thorns: They hold on to you, they hurt you, It gets under your skin It pours directly into your blood And so you become The name of an incurable disease: Poet...

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Let us think not only of instrument and music though a poem sort of a dance let is think not only of voice and cadence though a poem also a trance let us not think let us not think for mind has an echo compounding the same I adhere to conduit mystery taking no credit nor blame --...

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It took many years for me to love me For rich or for poor the body keeps the score. Society is always on the go no time to be still, no time to chill, we are expected to go with the flow To be authentic, eccentric quirky, society resents this to be different in society’s eyes is...

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