Poetry Poems | Examples of Poems about Poetry

My soul drenches in the realm of your quintessence To rise in its resplendent renaissance Akin to the birth of a feathered avian Searching in your heart, a tiny pavilion. Held up by the reciprocation of your love...Read the rest...

Poetry and math - two peas in a pod. Why then do you look at me so odd? They’re both to discover and express The simple truth beneath the mess....Read the rest...

Everybody makes boobies, Put our big feet in it, Just some clumsy footwork And we find ourselves in a pit. Everybody makes boobies, Everybody makes mistakes, When shooting our life’s film, There is bound to be out-takes. ...Read the rest...

To taste the word illustrious, you must take your gifts serious; Write until your soul bleeds; Break your most inflexible shell, allow the Muse to shake and swell; Who knows where it all leads? Whether to a book or a...Read the rest...

Spring winds rattle walls ...Read the rest...

In the shadows, I once dwelled, feeling wronged, so long, so long, Your shade cast, stole my light, till my radiance was gone, gone, gone. Caught in your grip, couldn't escape, lost in feelings deep, But then one...Read the rest...

In shadows dim, where secrets hide, A soul seeks solace, tainted pride. With whispered keystrokes, they confide, To weave a tale where truth's denied. Through pixelated screens they roam, Seeking refuge, a silent home. Yet in...Read the rest...

Want’s sparks will die Yearning faintly unbinding the tie Souls united goodbye...Read the rest...

Solve the impossible Love chaos, peace lives Unchain through restraint...Read the rest...

Webs spun in lies Tangle trails, twisted trials Human pain in gain...Read the rest...

A mirror moon stares out from below a lake, an eerie up-light that should entrance the eye, and yet ghosts rarely do. Above, a displaced luna glow dreams in its dark cradle. The earth is entombed, a twilit cavern for drifting phantoms, between the between. Insightful eyes...Read the rest...

Life is a short drive, though the ways be long. A journey twists and turns before it can be made straight. He drove many cars, most had six windows. in each window a girl, or woman peered inward. one was named ‘love’, she looked...Read the rest...

Deep November, a shallow time, nonetheless. The snow is high packed with a cryogenic amnesia. Not yet dawn, a sunken bed muffles rising thoughts. An eyelash of cognizance flits across thawing synapses. Then the elastic nature of sleep and wakefulness snap alive! November is howling still, like a stray...Read the rest...

The limestones are smoothed, ? rounded by time, fashioned and shaped? by sculpturing winds.? ? They remind me of village girls?, broad in the hips, love handles,? not at all like the bony walkers? that climb up here.? ? I run my hands over...Read the rest...

A low wind prowls like a tiger in the long reeds. Water rats race across a brook creating arrowheads through the stream. From a tufted hillock I watch small fish darting, chasing edibles too small for eyes to see. The fish have no...Read the rest...