Writing Poems | Examples of Writing Poetry

Love has no rhythm or rhyme. It strikes anytime. It is like lightning coming from the sky. It hits a person straight out of line. It can come from far away, or by just looking at a photograph. It can come from someone close by. It can be someone we would never pick. It knows...

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I read a poem to my quilting class, Which happens over Zoom. It got a warm reception, so They liked it, I’d assume. I wrote it several weeks ago; The topic: sewing curves, Which even to a practiced quilter Oftentimes unnerves. It’s satisfying seeing A reaction to my writing, Since mostly, just my husband’s thoughts Are those I am inviting. While written comments gratify, Like a fellow poet’s...

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Lilies Of The Fields 1963 A field full of flowers. Yellow is my favorite color. Run freely in the wind. Stay young with an imagination. Be carefree through the open land. Live a simple life if you can. There's nothing like living out in the country. This is the way it should be. Swing high...

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In Between The Lines To be discreet. Some will understand me. A time to write. A time to drink. Life with no boundaries. Toil in the night. Read in between the lines. Love writing. Always thinking. Empty pages. Poetry with coffee. Document your own journey. Own ideas. No limits. Ink on paper. Many new titles...

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Black Ink Always a deep thinker. Old fashioned typewriter. Black ink on paper. Stay inspired. Through creative writing. Read in between the lines. The love of poetry. You can write freely. With a pen, this is your journey. Looking Outside the window, glistening city lights. Alone I may be. Writing with black ink always....

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Crowded Desk Room to write. Writer’s block. Pen to the paper. Get to work. Crowded desk. Crowded thoughts. These are your words. Art to color. Mind racing. Document your life. Be descriptive. Be true, be different. Crowded mind. Take a walk anytime. Clear the air. Another poem not written....

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One Last Poem Just turn the page. It is blank. Write another letter. Your life is not over. Keep on writing. New ideas are always on my mind. Sometimes I wrestle with my thoughts. Sometimes I have writer's block. Writing has always been a part of me. Writing on paper, black ink. Never waste a...

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Ink Stone Stone symbolizes. With a feather pen. Document literature. Writer through calendar. Amusing prevails. Clouds to wanderer’s. Pave the way. Penmanship worthy. Alludes to ink stone. Sequence sincere. A poet blossoms. Narrative through the dark. A lantern toward the ink. Hidden message through poetry....

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I was a happy child Carefree, talentless, happy Jumping around and singing tunes Tunes of bygone joy and unbridled dream But they scorned me They mocked the child I was within They tried to make me like them Children whose child within was slain But I persisted By God I persisted. I refused to sing only...

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I press keys in a language I’ve borrowed. I did not create its letters nor learn them on my own - or birth the ink that stains this page. I did not mill the paper I blot, only coarsely abuse it; waste it. Even the silence between my sentences is mere blanks in thought. My metaphors hang limp, too tired to skew...

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His writing was pompous and verbose Why wouldn’t it be? He writes like he speaks He appears to be a loquacious windbag which he is...

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GREY. "Life is not black or white; it is the agony of grey." “I can’t do this”, she said. With an unveiling frown, “I can’t deal with all this” but the treasons were filled with all her absurd, The voice that used to occupy my crown, Now echoes with these ‘final words’, Those silent whispers are now haunted by the...

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