Expression Poems - Poems about Expression

"A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." (W. H. Auden) They sit in their glass-paneled chambers, these judges, tuning their ears to the hum of silicon— eyebrows raised at every metaphor too deft, too dressed, too drenched in sense. Who wrote this? they ask, tapping screens that blink like oracles but lie like...

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S-poken A-rt R-eceives A-pplause, H-aving J-ust A-dvanced L-iterary I-deas L-ike U-plifting L-ine ©bfa050825 Monocrostic (Birthday of Sarah Jalilul) ...

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I need words to catch this fire, this burning that eats me alive like a wolf in my chest, this storm that turns my bones to water. But words give me only small, broken things: love, need, want each one is a tiny box trying to hold the sea. Still, I shout, because this love is a wild horse kicking to get out, the sun breaking open...

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with pen in hand sonnets written on a scroll ~ love finds the answer AP: 3rd place 2025...

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ahhh... the crisp feel of the new notebook its spine never cracked open its pages of virgin white perfectly aligned awaiting their marching orders eager for all and any pen markings from sunday best handwriting to doodles inviting playful interaction your creative élan of spontaneity random thoughts splashed on a page scripted lines scribbled to offload a mind seeking clarity, peace or absolution seeking a semblance...

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Everyone reads what I write, Except the one it’s meant for. She never do. She never will. And I ask myself, Do these words mean anything, Or are they just a lullaby For a heart that forgot how to sleep? Maybe I write to lie, To pretend silence was a choice, Not a sentence carved into me. I stitched my mouth shut With thread made of shame, The...

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Freedom is somewhat limited In a so-called democratic society At times, people cannot truly tell it like it is People cannot vote freely Without some restrictions or some stupidities In order to weaken the disadvantaged Even though the US first amendment guarantees Freedom of speech, freedom of expression To assemble peacefully, freedom of religion Freedom is not what it is It is not how it...

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seems i like to T A L K C R A Z Y my thoughts N E E D to be or not to be B L U N T ...

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Forging in expectation a moment unseen To enrich her palette with emerald and cerulean She approaches her stage a white canvas of snow As she softy begins a ballad in harmonious crescendo A brushstroke so daring yet resevered to proclaim To taunt the wandering eye In a delicate maze [] As one yellow daisy blows in the wind Green mountains touch blue skies While a...

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What is poetry but harnessing the thing of grace that's most dear to us and crave most to embrace What is poetry but expressions of the heart when lovers suffer from being torn apart What is poetry but the voice of pain the undertaking that keeps you sane What is poetry but outright fascination born from godlike power of creation AP: Honorable Mention...

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Thank You for your wise words, I learnt to be smart in stealing, Stealing other’s hearts with my kind-words, Which is filled like yours with meaning. Thank You for your warm heart, I learnt to be worth-adoring, And stay awake and help others, Even when I can hear their snoring. Thank You for your lovely look, Now I can fluently cook, Cook heart-warming stories for...

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You live in my heart, Always and forever, You have pierced it with your kindness’s arrows, Where my mind is your dart. You are in my mind, I have never seen anyone so kind, Your eyes have accepted me as its guest, Now your home is to me- My cozy nest. You may love the Rose, But you cannot hide when I am to...

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Conjure unspeakable emotions into art. For only then will people listen....

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As the years pass me by, I've remained stuck in a cage. Built up by my fears, made strong by my rage. I sometimes get to wander free in a garden filled with color. A blissful peace within myself, forgotten moments after it's discovered. Retreating back to the comforts of my cage. A confinement of my mind, body, and soul....

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