Poetry Poems | Examples of Poems about Poetry

Depression vol 13 ~ Loveless How dull I feel, writing of the same eternal misery like all those before me; All my fellow poets, or the regretful artists lyrics, that forever seem to plea, As fickle as a...Read More

"Every secret memory, every experience in life, every thought and every sadness can be written within the words of a poem." ...Read More

Like a finger and a nail, we have a relationship. Nothing pale, but great as we make contact. Like a key on a door, the importance we serve As we mate like red imported fire ants, We produce words,...Read More

Sometimes I throw my quill in rage while feeling mocked by empty page. I read such vibrant poetry in awe, and ask how can this be? Fresh imagery splashed on the page ...Read More

Birds are poets in flight, I fly ethereal write in poetry life...!...Read More

I long to write a poem with lasting impact One to be remembered long after I’m gone Simple, realistic, meaningful, not abstract Probably from a real-life experience drawn. One to be remembered long after I’m gone A poem recited by...Read More

He don't live down your way. He dwells in another day he will never let you into. His face is white but not bright - yellow age has mildewed his smile. The house on the hill is not his, but he won't let...Read More

We need a black shiny piano a golden Sax, a smoky mind drinking blue air. Outside a mythical speak-easy train wrecks are on a loop. The green dollar of a once green dream has become a sickly chihuahua on life-support. Here in this...Read More

I’m no Neo, have no special powers, but it happens, a person finds that inner voice ...Read More

I Had a sick vision; all the aborted blastopore, blastula, embryo’s and limb budding fetuses irradicated this year so far we’re making their slow painful way past the Supreme Courts. Some carried clusters of not-differentiated cells in their undeveloped arms, most were...Read More

Most of his mature life had been a process of recoiling and mending. Until late he had not suspected that this prolonged retreat had been his lot. He thought he was building bricks, constructing a living edifice while in realty he was engaged in an...Read More

To the left and right of him crowds raged, protested, chanted, pleaded, sloganized, stigmatized and demonized. The center of the road seemed empty yet there a child stood alone irresolutely. "Mr.," it asked, "Why do people form groups, gangs, identifying as ethnic identities, factions or...Read More

Left at 9am, hit the rush hour crawled a few miles then warp speed to 40 mph. Pick up some gas station coffee. Reaching into glove box spill said coffee over pants. Made the freeway pissed off and squabbling, 10 miles on still bickering. It's our vacation the...Read More

Last week on Wednesday I was thinking the same thought I am thinking today. Time gets dazed out of mind, gets rotated and recycled. Each day is a next card in an unshuffled pack. The repetition is comforting a pillow for a dazed...Read More

a growler is running clouds are being mown down then replanted inside wind-scapes Popping seeds crunch together spill their fill into the air a word on the lip of imagination is chopped out of existence ears ring ...Read More