Writing Poems | Examples of Writing Poetry

This Is a Tanka written by Eileen Manassain and reimagined by me by adding every other verse in order to create Lyrics we could put to music. please visit Eileen recent page and enjoy This poem in it's original Form. I want to Thank Eileen for the privilege of working with her on these poems Nothing seems to...

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through my telescope I spy teepees bonfires Watusi dancers a wrecked plane hostages pirates witches angels faeries stories march in and out of my mind I cannot slow them down or stop them I am a writer...

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Alas, all this pile, has not got much sense, Ha’pence for all the lot; Had but a clue I been taught, I’d not compose utter rot. ...

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A paraphrase is shadow's child, slinking in hallway white tiled. It wears the shape, fills not the skin, Echoes of fullness are lost within. It carries a bag of phrases worn, Tired entrails of the still-born. A life, once full, is now gone. With no meaning counted on....

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After "Being a Person" by William Stafford “suddenly this dream you are having matches everyone’s dream, and the result is the world” the synchronicity, perfect beating like a heart in a box the ticking of a metronome swing, swing, tick off into the air it’s a moment you can breathe when you had been drowning before except now everyone, everyone,...

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Last night I dreamt of a roadside stop— an ice cream truck near a rusted shop. Its engine was spent, its music was low, and something inside told me I should l go. I stepped through the door because I could, and met a man by the name of Alexander Wood. He wore a bowtie and a crooked smile, a paper hat,...

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Subrosa tears dropped into that refrain, it's a soft melancholy you could miss. There is no desire to ever explain the fragile emotions within a kiss. You lie awake releasing hidden pain, creating with the Muse your accomplice. A project for insomniac moments, that harsh fog within poetic laments....

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ping! like pavlov's dog, i glance quick at my phone new facebook follow request. i click the account click! my rapist. it's been nearly 14 years since the first the time he laid his hands on me but i feel them like it was this morning. ping! his son liked my post on Instagram , are they working together? are they a team again? father and son, teacher and apprentice, master of none but...

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To be literary only if it is of matrix of all colors high writing only if it is sculpted iron and strength ...

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just question, how many pen names "some other" had/have used in here/there?...

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Sorry is for people who have a conscience, who know that sometimes things happen that need a sorry. Sorry is a type of feeling of regret, that make us think about our actions or inactions. Like a moment when something is said that later we regret, we can learn and make changes at any time....

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It’s so hard to start Brain and pen, poles apart Yet two lines in, the pace quickens Soon you’re writing like the dickens Thoughts stream in and out your head ...

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sun scorched b l ...

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I’m not writing poems anymore. Somewhere along the way, I feel like I lost the poet in me---- the spark, the soul, the words. I’m choosing to start fresh, to rediscover myself beyond verses and rhymes. Thank you for all the appreciation, love, and support you've shown me. I hope you understand this new beginning I’m...

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citrine g l o w basking restless summer fields of wheat o l n r l i ...

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