Write Poems | Examples of Write Poetry

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Sometimes I wonder, if I’m wasting my seconds trying to prove love lasts longer when you drown it with gin. Her ghost circles back— again, again— the Poppy wears a saccharine, serrated grin— (oh, how I’ve missed it) nestled among my worn-out keycaps. I didn’t mean to write her— I keep pressing delete— But she never blinks. I write, or she erases me. ...

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Why I Write He asks why I write And I say I must Because the words, you see Flow as easy as blood in my veins The pen as natural as the air I breathe Without it, I explain The maze of my mind couldn't handle it He asks how I write And I say that my method cannot be taught For my...

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It was another night. It's around half past midnight. Windows are shut and doors are locked around the house. As I double-checked them to ensure the house's safety, my mind kept wandering back again. It's the year 2025, and every house around us either has tall fire walls, or has high gates. I remembered my...

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Today I live and think, Of all that could have been. A whiskey I may drink, To drown what I have seen. Greatness is what I seek, Yet despair is what I’ve seen. Hope is heavy, silent and sleek, Yet this burden is my sin. I choose this path to stick, Worth it all, if I can win. Today I live and write, Full of...

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I say the word and feign a Freudian slip From between its legs duplicities drip Often doubling as a quip and tasting chalky, just a bit History will record the troubling truth that I never existed if I don’t submit I’ll submit this thing as if it’s a soliloquy while being transparent with reverse psychology When transparency is brutal it packs a...

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nesting blue jays rest wooden homes secured with first ~ saplings of spring's birth...

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I am not sure how this came to pass, for now, my life's blood is a poem written on a ever moving cloud. I have lived, roamed and dared, now I am rooted within a poem that is as long as the time I have left. I awake and die, revive and render the fat of my soul. until a silent clock strikes...

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i come to mobilize my thoughts with pen in hand i wait for inspiration and it seldoms disappoints it's time well spent i leave renewed and happy at my core AP: 2nd place 2025...

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Words activate something in me even if I’m just thinking, not writing. So I soon find myself back at the keyboard. It seems that my life’s been a series of keyboards. My motor’s always running—I idle fast. But I’ve been untying my intellectual shoe-strings recently. Dissociatively avoiding intellective pursuits, and embracing entropy (since school ended). It’s been relaxing—I’ve felt new to my body. There’ve...

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For velvet vanity and silver sanity I write to unite mind and heart on sleeve To free myself while imprisoning God in me I write to escape at the same time I chase My own path and wrath just to save face I write to erase my sins and rewrite them But this time with a whimsical smile For a...

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Playing with words is like playing with Play-Doh for the first time, mixing colors messing with structures, feeling it's designs between your fingers. All five of them. And then delicately stroking its surface with the others, learning to comprehend the difference between smooth and rough, and that the difference between them defines beauty. It's like wiping the floor clean with its sticky skin, and...

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Jo Dil Me Hai Unhe Dil Me Hi Rehne Diya Jaaye To Zahoor Hai. "Jo dil mein hain unhein dil mein hi rehne diya jaaye toh Zahoor hai. Dil se aage gaye toh fasaad hi hona hai. Jo kehna hai, ishaaron mein kaho, Zubaan khuli toh, malaal hi hona hai. Dil mein hai woh aapke, Toh dil mein hi rakhiyen na, yun...

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I write to ink my legacy to tell my story in words & lines to leave behind a piece of me long after I run out of time. I write because the African Helicon once spoke to the small & unsure child I was. Its poems held a map a way I will find my true self. I write to heal & to...

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"Poetry is important to the writer but I feel it is all about the reader." By Poet Today as I open up my computer what will I see, a contest looking back at me? As I read the rules I must decide is this one for me, or will it haunt me if I turn it away? No mask needed...

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