Writer Poems - Poems about Writer

We met by fate, on a quiet eve, January winds, a moment to believe. 7:50 it struck, the clock did chime, A coincidence, yet it changed all time. Since class eight, a soft hidden flame, Unspoken feelings, never the same. But chats grew deeper, laughter would bloom, In silence and smiles, love found its room. On 17th December, past midnight's hue, We confessed in...

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Hakim, the journey begins a step forward from where you paused. A challenge to dare to pour your heart onto pages for 200 days Rise and write even when thoughts evaporate like breath on glass Rise and write when the words hide ...

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My Inside Truth given a living soul of feelings in the inside body in my inside mind in side my spirit soul my body framed the pictures and receipts with words. Speaking the my truth if no one else says so and in my truth all that is written is only my truth for...

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"Sometimes I wonder if you could ever know, about my feelings—emotions that I can’t feel anymore." "I wonder if you could ever understand, the words of my poetry—But then again, poetry isn't about words—It's about all the emotions, a writer feels—Meanwhile, I'm not even sure if there's any emotion left in me—After you." ...

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She was well-versed in writing, With words which touches the heart more than the pierce of a nose ring, Her characters are bold, With a nature both haughty and cold. Elizabeth did find her Darcy at last, Though she did not explore him much, Like finding a piece of creamy cake after hours of fast, And finding someone who is one such! She...

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"A writer must use ink from their heart for their readers." By Poet Even as a creative "Ghost" writer, we need "Heart" as we pull an all-nighter. What will our muse want to "Deliver," maybe happy or sad or be a forgiver. Words can sometimes be very "Tender," other times be bold and an offender. "Erase" is one of our many tools, no...

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Nouns:(choose two) River Heart Verbs: (choose two) Shiver Gaze Adjectives:(choose two) Lush Tender Words pour from my pores, a river of light erasing the shadows of a melancholy my thoughts tremble, shiver like dew whose tender trail across each petal, murmuring expressions reflecting off the melody lush voice of praise, stirring the heart who hears the notes of a feeling, blessing away the ache, grief stricken memories, in flames passionate, convincing with...

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"A true writer needs a heart to write with. AI does Not have a heart, they can Not write they just copy."...

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If you’re feeling lost, please remember: we admire and treasure something as beautiful and distant as the stars in the night sky. So, the next time you find yourself feeling lost in a crowd, who’s to say someone isn’t admiring something as beautiful and distant as you? Just a thought. You are a treasure. ...

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The writer earwigged her way through town Looking harmless as she sat down Ordering pancakes and staying for hours Making notes of conversation showers Eavesdropping on people from every direction Sometimes ordering an extra coffee or sweet little confection....

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The world's greatest dramatist, The world's greatest sonnet writer of all time, The man with supreme knowledge, The man with a genius brain, Many writers may come and go, Yet none can exceed the pinnacle of his genius. Writing plays dealing with the themes of human life, He was the one who was close to people's hearts, Few called him mad, but he...

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To whoever is writing my story, I beg you to answer all my why’s To fill the empty void in my heart And give meaning to all the nights drowned by my hollow cries Why did they have to leave? I needed them most Now without them I’m left drowning Searching for comfort while I hang off the coast To whoever is...

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I am a writer, A crafter of sculptures Showing off ability in creativity. Beyond experiences of my own, Beyond feelings of my own. I take a stroll in journeys of others, And pave routes in imagination. I fill gabs yet to be discovered, And open doors yet to be walked in. I bleed pain through ink in hand And Keep...

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The worst writer of all Hides aways all her ingenuity Sheds all her paperworks And turns them to origami. ...

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In my chambers where phantasmagoria undulate not as vigilant watchers but as mnemonic parasites I ruminate— no longer a singular entity but a disjointed duality my quintessence a quivering quasar ...

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