Writing Poetry - Poems about Writing Poetry

The first Wednesday of the month we sit around the table and share poems written with care and revised. We take in their shapes and forms and read between the lines. We gasp with wonder about creations and search for other words to make each verse stronger. Each of us has written volumes by now the lives we shared month-by-month. A retired lawyer has returned from...

Continue reading...

You got me to a bower of mulberry blue, And made me stick to it like with a glue, You gave me the joy of expressing the self, And filled with the books of joy - My shelf. When I write you I feel I am in heaven, And I won't be harmed even by the black raven, You gave me...

Continue reading...

I discovered www.poetrysoup which lists styles of poetry This site shows you examples of haiku, senryu, alliteration, monorhyme Diminished hexaverse, acroustic, shape poems, rhyme, and much more The first day I discovered this site I wrote eight poems; all a different style By the time I branched out to www.allpoetry, I was a bit more confident I believe that now...

Continue reading...

I'm riding the train into town, Enjoying the suburban scenery. And here it comes -- a poetry idea! I know it's an idea 'Cause it rides beside me: Something about the riders As they all crowd the train, Rushing, sitting, reading. I'd like to share with the man on the next seat. But no! he doesn't want to hear from me. I'm walking west on...

Continue reading...

(25 syllables. Word craft from our muse, Creating does us bemuse, Fans can join our guild, As images writers build!...

Continue reading...

As the final pages of my life turn, I write to you not in sorrow but in the quiet grace of acceptance. We are all travelers through this fleeting world, each of us given only so much light before our dusk arrives. With my own twilight arriving, I hope you will remember not the shadow of my...

Continue reading...

Better Get Going I better get started Time is running out The sooner I get started The better the poem should be I’d have been better off starting earlier But I am a procrastinator so I am never better at poetry Maybe today I will be better off writing later But then again, I probably won’t be better I better hurry, my time is...

Continue reading...

I don't believe what just occurred! The word I needed was gobbled up by that bird. Oh, how could things have gone from bad to worse! I now have this gaping hole in the middle of my verse. And what I meant to say will be forever blurred. ...

Continue reading...

Dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer I was dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer when a young woman stopped me, and said, “Madame, you are superbe.” She told me twice, Madame you are superbe But I didn’t feel superb. Hadn’t for a long time, if ever at all. How is superb supposed to feel when you're dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer? Later I visited my doctor to ask if...

Continue reading...

It’s easy when I write my poems to see which way my heart is leaning. I tend to write about what gives my life its purpose and its meaning Looking back over years of writing there is this tendency in me to write about love, compassion, kindness, acceptance, my students, my friends and my family. To write about the beauty...

Continue reading...

Writing Poetry, (Was God’s Calling) Miracle Man 8/ 1968-11/11/2024 God heard my prayer as tears began to flow. Twas more than whispered words I was saying that day. From those simple words God set my heart aglow. Giving me a new heart no longer that of clay. His pardon, the why, or how, I didn’t understand. But immediately I knew He had work for me to do. Writing poetry wasn’t found on...

Continue reading...

Hold my hand to teach me how to write Take me to the library. I need to shed light On a few words that I have never seen before Teach me how to spell, that can open a new door For my future. I want to learn. I'm eager to learn Feed my starving brain and help the minorities too Let's...

Continue reading...

We write poems, not poetry And we don’t waste our time We denounce the scandalous slime As we expose all unspeakable crimes We throw lemons, limes and rhymes At them to chase away what’s so ugly In them. We definitely want a better World of compassion, love and peace We cannot sleep at night, since there’s a list Of good deeds and things that...

Continue reading...

True Golden Is the light given to write The words that lovingly depart Gleaned from the collection of moments Watching the dance of life on a limitless silent stage While the multitude of days fold in-between A ream of poems on blank paper sheets Rehearsing years of storied elegies That churn and spill upon a new Light of understanding Recounting hope Enlightenment Wisdom Love...

Continue reading...

The dryer hums, and my clothes are drying. It rained earlier, but now the sun is peering through clouds. As I awaken, the morning is still. I sit at a table in the front room and it creaks. When sifting through my poetic lines I remember that each day begins with a whisper. I remember that around each turn in the highway lies a surprise. My thoughts...

Continue reading...