Writing Poems | Examples of Writing Poetry

who reads this stuff? who are my fans? are they locals? older or younger? a bit of both maybe a little cuckoo? nutty like me? I hope so...

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Poems may be simple, try writing a rhyme, add some images to make it sublime. Simple words may make meaningful phrases, difficult words can turn into mazes. You could write a Limerick, just for fun, don’t forget a surprise before you’re done. Write a nice Haiku, a scene of nature, like flowing mountain streams with water pure. A Sonnet would be nice...

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The sun shone in bewilderment, Scornfully it scorch, As Rose plead her fifth amendment, Her good nature made a strife, Lea smirk in disdain , Saith her world has ended. Twice fairer than Lea, In Lea heart lies deceit, She whispers in Rose ear, Come and sit, where Serpent hisses, I will smother thee with kisses, Honey lies secrets not known, In Lea lives the honey. Thrice shy,...

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in person she is an introvert her writing exposes her hidden hurt real people do not know or see her but her writing is honest and pure Heartfelt feelings on a page to see more open than any thought she’d be an introvert in walking talking life but her writing holds truth like a knife...

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It's always a battle, Everyday is, Always a battle, Between life and death, I forgot something, I didn't check before leaving, I didn't look before going, Everyday's like this, I didn't eat,I overeat, I overslept, I under slept, I haven't moved, yet I'm so tired, Always like this, everyday is, Incase you're asking, What depression looks like, It is like this, Everyday is,...

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The path I chose wasn't easy, Choosing my self, My kid, It was never easy, There are days I cry to sleep, Stay awake and blame myself, There are mornings I wished I have someone, Cause I didn't thought it was this hard, Thinking what if I stayed, What if I didn't make a way to get out, Or what if I waited, Could things be...

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To that girl from the Cabaret, The abuse and the trauma, Every cracks and gaps, No they doesnt make you worthless, Every step you take forward, Every time you sway your hips, It shows groth and resilience, Not just some hollowed pieces shards For there's beauty in breaking, Like an art, a kintsugi, A gold in a broken vessel, A beauty in imperfection,...

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Like the strokes of an artist’s brush Painting a self-portrait of my life The colors are people, events, and experiences Each stroke flows into the next creating the picture A step back is needed at times To observe the full scope of life To include the essence of my being Expressing all aspects as one Without the help of the master creator I cannot...

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I met a girl, She's a beauty, Looking expensive in looks, Bet she's incredibly rich, Then she dances through the crowd, Swaying slowly, Stripping off, showing off, Leaving on a pair of heels, I see where it started, with the abuse and torment, the trauma and her pain, It all started there, Now see how she sways, How she give herself away, To break even to pieces, Oh how worthless!, She's...

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trail through woven trees, hands f l s ...

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Strings of inspiration swirl through my mind They float and frolic endlessly Until they spiral out of control And eventually get intertwined For I am a non-writing writer, An untameable monster - forever trapped in cerebral stagnation. ...

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For those who still doubt the unreliability of AI detectors. In this poem just change the word "half" in line 18 to "58%" and paste each in an AI detector (e.g. scribbr.com or quillbot.com) you will be amazed how AI just with that substitution magically changed its judgement from "between 58% – 100% AI detected"...

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s t r a y leaves rest upon aged train tracks of yesteryear~ l o s t to time's...

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There was a chill in the air that night, as the taste of spun cotton candy and stale popcorn floated through the breeze. Lifeless clouds hung in the sky, moving swiftly past an ever-broken moon. Remnants of rain clung to weeping blades of grass, as a shattered heart cracked under a ribcage in disbelief. The...

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I look upon these silhouettes; of night trees Dark delineation is the monster who comforts me As my haunting sorrows swayed in the breeze I warned them of being wracked with disease On a calm night when they're still Words of rage make me think I have skill Shaking hands chop against their will And when my mind has had its...

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