Short Writing Poetry Poems
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When there months
courage necessary
writing poetry
fill in the gaps of the night
to enlightenment ...
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There’s a man you know as Hugh West
Writing poetry is what he does best
But then I reckon
Poetry is second
To eyeing my voluptuous chest
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Awakened from a dogmatic slumber
compelled to write poetry...
I know now, what to do
Here lies Larry Belt, once loved by all
Writing poetry before he could crawl
It happened just like he said
And now he is lying dead
Nagged to death by his mother-in-law
Happy…
writing poetry
Miserable…
writing prose
Divided
with each word to gift
Joyful
—with each thought to know
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2015)
Where I’ll rock and reminisce,
read leisurely in freedom’s bliss,
take my time writing poetry,
entertain grandkids, one per knee,
call loved ones I miss
number 1
WRITING
when other souls
are conceiving
in their dreams
my breath
gives birth
at midnight
my soul
only knows
to labour
to push
to birth
alone
~ Eshe Benson
You Are the Only One
Writing poetry has been so much fun,
From very beginning until it was done;
And realize,
You I idolize;
Make you think you are the only one.
Jim Horn
In the eastern sky rises the sun
it has it's setting in the west
writing poetry is fun
one thing that I do best
writing on the run
writing with zest
write a pun
in jest
DONE
I
will be
creating
a nonet poem
the reverse format
will be my example
in forty-five syllables
this line will have eight syllables
and the final line, nine syllables.
Writing poetry upside down
Is a dangerous practice most unsound,
When you're a Southern Hemisphere poet
The ink in your pen just won't flow it
And you have to hang on to the ground.
What I write is gone the second it hits the page
I write with the frenzy of a wild cat in a rage
It spits and hisses and snarls at me along the way
This is how I write poetry every dashed day.
the drone of gossip fills the lunchroom
maniacal laughter bursts occasionally
I eat alone on the other side of the wall
preferring to do anything else
writing poetry, drawing cartoons, loving being me.
POETRY
You ask me why I keep writing poetry
While it's not as good as wishing beauty
I answer you: it's my destiny
I will write forever and to infinity
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando November 14, 2016
When writing poetry, humour wins hands down
But not at a funeral, causes lotsa nasty frowns
So be careful what you choose
Like purple ballet shoes
And being dressed in a pretty pink gown
When I'm writing poetry
I feel the joy well up in me.
My spirit soars as if on wings.
My soul takes flight, my heart it sings.
This is the time that I love best,
When pen meets paper on it's quest.
You don't write poetry
without challenging
gestures ...
Without taming
dreams,
without building
castles,
without exploding
emotions,
without excising
fears,
without learning
secrets of the passions ...!
Retirement, aw yes, looked forward to this time
A cottage on the beach, that would have been fine
But instead here I am
Writing poetry, hot damn!
Met some really great poets, so sweet and so kind
Writing poetry each day
Keeps Alzheimer’s at bay.
So exercise your brain.
And you will surely gain.
Don’t shun this exercise.
Now surely this is wise.
Keep Alzheimer’s at bay,
Write a poem every day.
The cheerful, glitzy, heart-felt poem danced and skipped so gay.
With terrific happiness she felt in her soul mind.
Sharing herself joyously in a delightful way.
Sharing her words in swirls and curls, paper unlined.
Imagine yourself dancing to a song
that has no words.
Now imagine yourself writing poetry,
without any heart.
Form:
building owner
building builder
building designer
building worker
building seller
building occupier
Not all
I am a building cleaner
Long ago
I had a dream
In this world
remove ugly filth
to wash
doing work.
Life is arduous, solid, firm...
light, simple is to break
rocks ... it is laborious to live ...
much further intense
exhausting is writing
books and to find poetry...!
For I am growing older you see
It's not easy to be me
Now that I am sixteen
I'm not gonna waste my time
On lost endless rhymes
I'm gonna free myself
And say what I want
For writing poetry is my passion
And what I can't live without
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