Best Writer Poems

 
"Every story I create, creates me. I write to create myself."
 ~ Octovia E. Butler
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since young I have been writing . . . 

I felt like a child in a concrete garden
frozen and forlorn, alone
but words like kisses set me free
in writing I could...

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Some folks smile when I say I’m a writer
Some smirk, suggesting I should get a job
My stories and poems make our days brighter
Fantasy often, and, occasionally macabre.

Some of my poems make your heart throb
They may elicit laughter when I am lighter,
Friends enjoy going out with...

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I sense and feel mystique of its appeal
In vibrant, verdant, blossoming spring,
Splendorous prairies undulating breeze,
Resplendent falling of autumnal leaves,
Glacial winds bemoaning a frozen sigh,
A cerulean terpsichore of ocean tides~
I sense and feel, yet can’t cage its wings.

Purposeful, evocative, musings unwind
When elixir of missives invigorates mind
In...

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The candle burns down long into the night
Its life waning in a flickering flame
As I etch these ink stains of black on white
On pages that will never be the same

For I will fill this empty space with gold
Treasures - my soul now feels the need...

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The writer in me wants you to know that, 
I was an avid reader before I was a writer... 
As early as six, I became obsessed with reading…
any book - from aunt’s classic literature to mom’s favourite novels…
to brother’s detective stories (which he hid under his textbooks), 
to...

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Fancy that...
Being able to spend the whole morning
Writing a poem!

My mother's hands
Were etched in a network of tiny cracks.
Salt of the earth, the doctor said. 
She thought it meant he loved her.

It doesn't matter whether 
I write or not, I said...
Well, on one level it...

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Falling in Love with a Writer is a Faulty Design
We see things that other females
don’t pay a tuppence to.
Like a half-burned cigarette tail,
Your osculation of deep, dense rouge—
A secret trusted only by two.
With our own hands, we mimic time
And manipulate the world you once knew.
Falling...

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Like anything
There are two edges to this sword
The ragged one has, for now, cut too deeply
The reality of its cleaving
And the intent of the hand it is wielded by
Thickens the blood that weeps from its wounds
To collect in a puddle of deep discouragement ... and...

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with plenty of pain
i seem to be comfortable
weeping in silence,
but the tumbleweeds
sway in the mist of spring,
and
i pray for a way to redeem
mother nature’s embrace;
for she believes in what i need to long for

willows weep for the loss
of their blades, 
chestnut tears leave stains 
on...

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In my chambers where phantasmagoria undulate
    not as vigilant watchers but as mnemonic parasites
    I ruminate—
        no longer a singular entity but a disjointed duality
       ...

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Enticed by his faceted aspects
                Political points show his honour
                    Policies...

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Love silences fear,
Uniting hope, joy, peace,
Mingling lights, grace
Joining hearts in faith, together,
Stirring prayers, gentle psalms –
Harmonized when souls believe,
Jesus, inspiration for giving,
Meaningful beyond imagery.
Adoration lasting forever,
Resembling souls understanding…
Love like this convulses calm,
Lulling twilight, 
Breathing shadows, 
Feelings erasing storms,
Darkness hinders meaningful,
While wonders grow wings…
Enchant souls,
Souls enchant,
Wings...

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the rain that drowned the sidewalks
dampened down the night-time heat
creating steam through manholes
from the pipes beneath the street

and set against this backdrop
of a vibrant city beat
swarms of taxis stung the air
with horns stuck on repeat

as a writer sipping coffee
staring from a café seat
wrote words for...

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I
If any writer here didn't like him --
If Souper One, or 2023, dislike Rico,
Please correct my notion: Rico made you smile
Even when you hated to smile or laugh
ThanX Rico for leaving your fingerprints here
More respectful than boot prints --
You tried to enjoy life, and people,
Even...

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Andrea is my favorite poet
She writes in a way that reminds
Hearts to breathe and just know it
Is beauty so bright – writing all kinds
Natural verses that always spellbinds

Jan is a writer who I adore
She writes little verses so fun
Reminding us laughter is not a chore
It...

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