Write Poets Poems

Bird with feathers of fire, phoenix metronome,
bursts on the edges of the atmosphere.
Crumbling to dust, ash and powdery bones,
fore a chance never truly appears.
A velleity...

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Crossroads in the desert sands swirls,
an orb whirls around as clouds gather,
lightning bolt violet violently twirls,
roads crack with shotgun thunder.

Visage a pearl cascades as she...

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Poem that is written with each gentle kiss

Music I play twitching the corners of my lips

Art brush paint four magnum opus till death

Final one I...

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In the cartographies merger with the soul,
where topographies bring thought converge,
a hidden rose blooms,
its petals unfolding,
like a cipher's dark emerge,
thorns burst contradiction piercing the hymen...

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I always said tether to the void
Not any idealistic reason or choice
Now suspended I know why I’ve been devoid
Because how can one speak with an...

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Cadence lowers its tenebrous tempo
Dulcet to a morose Memento Mori-bund
Lachrymose ribbon garnet fountain
Ruby rivulets in wine glass Chardonnay
Bubble floats to pop
Silence yet I sway

Miasma tang...

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Though he is quiet and meek,
The spotlight he shall not seek.
His light glows softly, inviting,
So many hearts he is igniting.
With poetry that lives on and...

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If only I could? 
I already can;
Whatever’s wanted
I chase guns blazing;
Pop it. Set it off.

I’m determined
to be extreme 
in every way;
Laser focused.

Leave my stain 
on...

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We ride the sea of blue,
as the wind blew.
Mounds of white grew,
it is soap not glue.


Have you meet the three men?
Bill is a writer with...

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~ Swirling, Sweetness of Poetry ~


Just think, it’s the start of a shining, dewy today!
There is magic in your fingers, so write without delay.

In this...

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Advice to Young Poets
by Nicanor Parra Sandoval
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Youngsters,
write however you will
in your preferred style.
Too much blood flowed under the bridge
for me...

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Sailing the seas of life, we find ourselves adrift, carried away with no compass or map to guide our way.

Our bodies, two vessels destined for...

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God gave me a poem this morning.
Sleepily dozing words were forming,
A dreamscape composition
With imagery, rhyme and repetition
Penned on the half-asleep journal of my mind.

I like...

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Dear Diary words
When I first started being a Poet, I always wondered how my words sound?
Was I meant to be a Poet?
Do I have the...

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When we are young we may ask,
where are we going?
Life is a long winding road,
filled with adventure.
Will we stay in our hometown or, 
will we travel...

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