Editing Poems - Poems about Editing

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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? ...

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Bad scripts need work, develop plot With strong clean dialogue That is hot Memorized lines acting poetic Trying to be the Heroic Character playing a role Moving in the show For the gold Since when reels unspool Cinema is cool...

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some nights I pause and actually believe it would be easy to rewind the film to rewrite my day maybe even my life while some might toss the old one aside and try a new script I'd prefer to take my scissors and make edits and mostly what I'd do is stretch the time I spent with you AP: Honorable Mention 2021 Submitted on June 11, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS...

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Jack Segal (who wrote the lyrics for the song “Scarlet Ribbons”), whose songwriting workshop I attended way back in the 80's, used to say, “sometimes we have to murder our darlings”. What he meant by this was, sometimes, as writers, we have to cut out the parts that we're personally in the most love with...

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Poe was always revising his prose between publications. Here are the longest extended versions of sentences he shortened for their final publication in his lifetime: "We loved each other with a love that was more than love, more love than fit in an empty grotes bag, more than the love of worms if you were a...

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writing is daydreaming on paper or sometimes straight into a computer. notes crossed out, smacked around, slashed, re-visited, starred, circled, checked, underlined, slashed out again, retrieved. after print has happened, it all begins anew. I count the syllables, make six hundred tally marks on the page, slash out, cross out, circle, write OKAY in big letters, draw arrows, put...

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Another day starts, Another day of my life's editing I have to begin: New things to write, Other things to correct and Some old things to erase! Yesterday, The same things I did I thought that I had finished with editing But New events proved me wrong Thus Made me start all over again: My writing My correcting My...

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Editing is the slice of life of poets who need commas and periods in works that go inane absurd like Cummings and poets who believe editing and not editing are of the same branch of a treeless tree drifting in the wind Direness Tiredness Willingness Words words words that triangulate the universe and cause hot soup to become cold...

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My words were rewritten until they became yours As grammar and syntax perfected your thoughts Pages lined with highlighters polished me to extinction I wanted to resist all of those good intentions Yet I knew you wanted your best words for me You weren't listening so you couldn't hear what I was asking for Poor boy me I lacked the...

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To enhance our book’s creation, we sought your permission for your poem’s transformation to a condensed composition. Not entirely acquiescent to our last minute request; you gave your consent with tongue-in-cheek protest. There were other Poets whose heart-prints were cropped. It’s painful, we know it, to have feelings lopped. Your reply touched our hearts and our funny-bones too; We can’t wait to impart our finished work to you....

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My words rewritten Until they become yours Grammar syntax Pages lined with highlighters Polished to extinction I will resist Intentions that are well ment You want the best for me Still you do not understand what I ask I hear you yet I have my own vision My way is not your way Still I say what I must say My rythm is unique to me I...

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Every day we edit What we say and how we act. If we don’t, then we regret it; No denying, that’s a fact. There are people who don’t get it; They forget to speak with tact. It can hurt us if we let it And don’t pause, but just react. As to editing, some dread it, Fearing it won’t keep intact What they meant when...

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