Editing Poems - Poems about Editing

...While we all share in humanity, Our hopes & beliefs may differ in kind. Such that one may vary in uniqueness, To the point where fear & solitude unwind. This isolation m......Read the rest...

...Let the dog out who needs its opinion? Let’s talk editing, start with the first line - no, start at the first word, the human mind is not equipped, to produce brilliant ‘first words.' Con......Read the rest...

...(Pema, 2018) OCD Working on compiling and editing my latest project even my dreams become an obsessive loop of cutting and pasting words and images mostly just the same few over and o......Read the rest...

...Remember when the ink, a writer’s tat, like a cobra spiralling ‘round fingers and arms, wielded power. Splotches, balled up, thrown into the basket hoop, flooding the creative canal. Ideas danced lik......Read the rest...

...In the realm of words, where knowledge thrives, Teachers guide with wisdom, where the ink arrives. Enhancing writing, a guiding light they bear, To elevate students, their written tales to share. ......Read the rest...

...The timid find courage in the well — of another’s fear (Valley Forge Park: February, 2024) Call Me Ishmael Mediocre writing spawns editing The Great Works — born unchanged ‘Tho......Read the rest...

...my life is a discombobulation of endless thoughts like food is NOT my friend exercise is my friend fasting MAY be a good idea eating takes up way too much time death is hanging over ......Read the rest...

...A word was lost in a sentence vast. The eye that read it moved too fast. It shed a tear for it's daddy dear. Writer, writer, why'd you put me here? ......Read the rest...

... Poetry has helped me maximize enjoyment of my functionality as a person so blessed by the Lord in my capacity as a writer, teacher, social worker, values coach and an orphanage mother.......Read the rest...

...A poem unlived is a poem merely written -- sustenance our words let the body digest with heartfelt regurgitation – a poem unlived is a poem merely written as well as tasty center, a hea......Read the rest...

...My Tired And Lost Soul Next This Wise Advice Out It Screams As harder blown dry winds skulk among oldest granite stones And the spitting sun flamed the mass of white desert sand I trekked alone,......Read the rest...

...It seems to me that being born to be first is a long journey course of first an open door of loneliness unsure steps needing to apply to your name first for whatever the worth you arrived at first pa......Read the rest...

...Not for nothing does the light prick my eyes, a thirst for walking shoes tightens ankle bones that parachute out of an inner attic landing awkwardly into the open throats of sneakers still clu......Read the rest...

...If I write something and don't finish it I tend to lose complete interest in it... this is an almost written one I am unlikely to return to... Shifting sands, shifting truths Underlying percept......Read the rest...

...a ball is stuck in rafters by a pool waiting as long as I have been coming for 7 years on tender hooks as clouds drift by as the drums of time roll and roll watchful for the person who......Read the rest...