Best On Writing And Wordspoems Poems
A poem is just a lot of words
With feelings tucked inside
A sad verse usually written
Soon after someone's cried
Written with emotion
The pen becomes the tool
The poems of betrayal
Are written by the fool
Written in the silence
The poems about despair
Are written by the lonely
Who think that no one cares
Written in the Heavens
Without a passing glance
Are poems written of love
By those who've found romance
Written in the darkness
By a soul who's filled with tears
They tell us of their nightmares
As they're haunted by their fears
Wrapped in pure emotion
That tears the writer apart
A poem is the feelings
Found in the poet's heart
(Deep in the rainforest), in (The Land of the Small), there lives a (Solitary Man) who is
known to do some (Slow Strollin’) among the (Deep Pockets) of (Vernal Pools) looking for
something more than (Sustenance). Of late, he finds it increasingly hard to be (Still Smiling)
after his (First Love) left him some (...graffiti on stone) (The Day She Left).
Choosing (Desperate Measures) over (Indecision), he said, in order to release these
(Imprisoned Opinions) “(I LOCK MY DOOR UPON MYSELF”). (From Where I Live), my life and
(I, GOT RHYTHM) from our (Sweet Exchange). I was (Longing For Love Not Lust).
Suddenly in the clearing a (Bronze Beauty) struck (That Pose)! His depression quickly
vanished as he began thinking (The sky’s the limit) now and it looks like it will be a long time
before he says: (I Miss You Again)!
*As I read poems from the top 25 poets who enter member contests, I wondered if I could
make a narrative from the titles of their last five poems posted. I randomly borrowed 23
titles from 17/25 poets. Perhaps it will evoke fond memories of these poets’ work. (The titles
are in parenthesis). ENJOY!
JT
Shakespeare, with words, made his quill but dance
Upon parchment and paper, so daintily along
From poems to plays, with tragedies’ glance
Each word, so penned, could be sung in song
Oh, the masters indeed, had a command for the verse
Each line was a moment of life with a sound
Leaving not ever, their readers to thirst
For music was heard through the words, while profound
Alive well today, among the poems of many who pen
Are lyrics, or just writes, that read like a song
Even from those written by you, my dear poetic friends
Are melodies voices that echo and are strong
Hello Poetry Soup! I understand I haven't really posted any new poems as of late, and it's only because of
my birthday just passed (Dec 21st yes!!! I'm 19). So i've been working on about 12 New poems that I will be
posting in the coming days. I just took a little break from cyber space to reflect on the year and my life. I
understand I built myself a good fan base on the site, so don't worry I am a thinking machine so new poems
will be up!
Thank You Poetry Soup
Love, Richard
Poems Coming:
Time
Trust No one
Relationship Epidemic(Females)
Not Good Enough Huh
Testify The Truth
Secrets
Another B-Day
2010
Me and Math
Never Be Friends
Letter To The Lord 2
Un-sobered Thinking
Lovely is the way she rhymes
her poems with such ease.
Very often are the times
she writes of what she sees.
But then we see other times
she writes of what she knows.
Her poems reach heights sublime
through the love for Him she shows.
By now you have guessed the one
for whom I write these lines.
Posting lines, she’s having fun
always caring and kind.
“Sweetie” of Poetry Soup:
here is my tribute to you.
You are loved here by “the troop”
and blessed in all that you do.
To my good friend: Linda-Marie Bariana
Hi everyone, i'm having a bit of writers block. and i can honestly say, i do not care.
inspiration can strike at odd times. so if you like my poems and are sad that i have not
made one in a couple of days, i am sorry but please don't be sad. i felt i was pushing
myself to make at least one poem a day, but i found that my earlier poems were much better
than my later poems, if i keep pushing myself like this, my creativity and natural
inspiration will start to fade. I'm sorry for the delay, i will more than likely be back
on track in a couple days! Farewell for now,
-Zelda
I have poems everywhere
they’re coming out my ears
I have poems everywhere
they’re driving me to tears
The verse perverse has synthesized
I’m frothing at my mouth
The verse perverse has synthesized
they’re flying round my house.
I have poems everywhere
They’re frying my synapses
I have poems everywhere
No wonder I cannot nap!
Your raging hot poems are so very nice.
To prevent eye damage and not pay the price.
I have to use "shades" if read more than twice.
The screen starts to smoking, when I click up your work.
And when I start drooling, I feel like a jerk.
But I keep on reading to get more of a perk.
Your poems are so hot, but they're done in great taste.
You say all the right words, with never a waste.
And I'm always turned on in exceeding great haste.
Not only hot poems, but others you write.
Tributes, Acrostics, and free verse on this site.
You're a poet extraordiniare, and with honor and might.
*Whoever this describes, then this poem is for you!!! lol
I have a box with forgotten words
And punctuation seldom used
In this box are synonyms
And grammar I’ve abused
There are commas there and colons too
Apostrophes spilling out the top
But the one thing there that I’ve got most
Are unused periods to make a sentence stop
I have one friend this bugs the most
Says no periods make my poems fuzzy
So I’ve collected them all and present them now
To the wonderful Deborah Guzzi
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Please feel free to apply them now
To my poems written in the past
I know it’s an offense I’m repeating again
But, I assure you this won’t be the last
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Robert Lee Frost, American Poet of the Twentieth Century
Young Robert Frost intelligent, quick-witted, and responsible
Gleaned material to write his poems from jobs of various forms
Where he would accomplish writes by poor light that was accustomable
To the times of the early nineteen-hundreds where his poetry was born
Recognized in his lifetime, successful, and praised
(Robert Frost, wrote poems about places that he worked when he was young and had to help
out the family because his father had died. In some of those poems, he wrote many from
the point of view of really wanting be somewhere else.)
When anybody posts reviews with cut and paste,
you must agree with me it is a terrible waste.
Why do people put comments on material they don’t read?
Is it the accumulated points they really need?
There are lots of things to read on a site such as this.
Well-written poems are what many members miss.
“Good poem” is not saying much in a comment.
Giving a thorough review is paying a compliment.
Take a good look at the work we display.
Interesting items are what the authors have to say.
Thoroughly read the poems that you see today.
so sad through and through
write four poems tanka and more
left on the back step
my poems don’t get in your door
none in the top eighty four
Charles Henderson for Francine’s “Blue” Contest
as creative as i can be
in covering up the truth
the only truth
which is just because someone else
thinks its a mistake
doesn't mean i have to think of it that way
Wrapped up in other peoples emotions
and learning the hard way
my poems transformed again as needed
to become close to journal entries of mood and emotion
thoughts and perception
to bounce off my own head to understand my own reality
my poems are my life
it is what has happened
i try to stay away from slander
but many things i write
are about me
they are my experiences in this life
my emotions of these experiences
my hopes and dreams
to achieve clarity from ther confusion i believe i am living
medicated, mental anguish, perceptions of world affairs
and how i am affected by them
this is one persons view point
and how it was achieved
may not be pretty to read the whole way through