Best Writers Poems

Quote By Poet "Art can come from anywhere. 
Paint with paint or paint with words." 


Writers write to write with pen or computer in hand,          we hope when done it will be grand.                         ...

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Writers love their letters,
letters turn into words.
Words turn into sentences,
waiting to be read.

Poems come from writing,
writing about the past.
Maybe from the present,
maybe true or false.

As a faithful reader,
we laugh we cry.
Many love to read,
yet again and again.

The reader and writer,
then become as one.
Both in love...

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Blank pages stare back at me 
waiting for my mind to pour 
its' heart out. 

I grab my pen, throw on my 
headphones wait, wait for my 
mind to give my heart words 
that need to be written. 

I make my mark, withdraw my hand,...

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Words are to writers like flowers to bees, 
Oil to engines and thank you to please. 
They may be as heavy as concrete or lead 
Or light as feather and thoughts in our heads. 

They may cut like a knife and bite like a snake,
Or...

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Lord God thank you 

for showing us the true meaning of love. 

And loving us

despite our faults,

 is unconditional love.

Help us to be more like You, 

and put our differences aside. 

So we can choose love over hate. 

 I want to thank you Lord...

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Some writers are a lexicon
an educational experience
Some writers are simplicity
reaching far and wide

Some play your heart strings
or tickle your sweet spot
Some grab evil and send chills running
then make me sleep with the lights burning!

**Thanks to all the poetry soup group for the support and well...

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I can write for days
Keep on planting trees trees trees
Tell the world not to run out of seeds
That paper is useful
I write with it
Not a single writer's cramp  live in my body I can write for days
So tell the writers cramp player haters to watch...

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What is beauty if I cannot write it
On the pages of my book,
What nature in it’s endless glory
If I can but stand and look?

If fragments of a broken sunset
Glimmer in a purple sky,
And etched against the glowing background
Silhouettes of eagles fly.

If night is born in...

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“Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world . . . "
 — Percy Bysshe Shelley
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poets have existed since antiquity
once troubadours travelling to different places
singing their lyrical poems
the poets of old are found in dusty, tattered old books
their beauty and...

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Writers and poets are a different breed
They live and breathe phrases and concepts
Awash with all manner of clever speech
At engaging the reader, they're adept

They invite you on travels to distant lands
To discover strange customs and beliefs
To experience a whole new world apart
The Rain Forests, The...

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What is your excuse for not writing today?
Come now, is it…“my Muse has gone away?”
Or …the feeble.” I just have no inspiration?”
A feeble excuse for a lack participation.

Here is a  tip tp get your creative pen to flow.
Once it begins  to move, it...

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Legends were created here within script 
edges required in content to carefully encrypt
Breaking harmonic rules outside the norm 
Retaking realities in rhythmical uniform 
Baptized them in the atmospheric emotions
Arising with the highest of promotions 
Alternating serpentine infinite possibilities
Berating  permanent utilized abilities  
Ultimately a...

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..the block where all the writers live
if you cant do anything good
is that righters block
a place for satanic sacrifice
a riters block
The triangular piece of wood that released
the brothers plane
the Wrighters block
only left turns
the rights are blocked...

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"Escalating the Muse"



Written on the body
passive complacence
stretches sharp ink 
etched pain in the soul
then real beauty 
from the 
Book of Truth, 

a page moored
in transparent skin 


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Black, 
tattooed ceremonially
on the tongue
speaks diaphonous
Freedom

Written on the body
stretches stories ripped
and tall, they are torn,
a small revolution 
amongst the...

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we write as if it is our last night
we write whether it be with lead or ink or typed
we write alone or in a crowded environment
we write come rain or sunshine
we write because we want our stories to be told
we write through every phase; it...

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