Creative Writing Poems

Everything we experience in life
shows in our poetry -- both shallow
and deep – weeds and blossoms~
words come forth oscillating bitter/sweet 
harvest, from, hopefully, an honest...

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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...

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"Some words show up fast, some want to sit and play with us. What can a writer do???" By Poet

I like to write so my...

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What's with this nudging-
this perpetual nudging
from deep within,
urging me to write a poem?

A poem of feelings,
of rhythm and imagery.
And I am willing-
Grasping for words,
phrases, perhaps
something...

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Elements of Poetry(Written Word)

Through the written word, 
we transcend our bounds, 
And touch the hearts
 and minds of those around, 
We leave our mark,
 our...

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From my childhood to adulthood my
Spirit always wrestled with navigating the 
Tumultuous torrent of others thoughts
and opinions seeking to discover and
Hear my own voice.

I pen...

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Call me poetry

I am a whispered dance
of words that leap and twirl by chance
Through meadows made of metaphor
And forests never seen before
I am the rhythm...

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The Blank Page

     When romantic plots and tales are sought
     In the aesthetic and creative mind,
 ...

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The poet is a physician of sorts
tending care to the physical 
of his craft -- His patients, the
hearts and souls of humanity -- 
Latching belts...

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As a man
He wasn’t taught to
Cry or show emotion

So, he exchanged tears for
ink in the pen to express what
Was bottled up from within.

A mask of...

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I tore the page from its binder and ripped it to pieces, not wanting to be associated with the scribbles I had left on the...

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Besma, rhyme old poetess 
The word for her a charming princess 
Poetry is her valiant knight 
A guiding Muse who pops at night
So obsessive she...

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sounds and senses serenade as the sun,
words and whispers possess power like a gun…
perhaps my lingering lullabies made a broken heart believe~
the silence spoken, jolted...

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A poet dreams, a tale to tell,
With ink-stained fingers, heart aglow,
He wanders paths where wild thoughts flow.

In valleys deep where echoes dwell,
A poet’s soul weaves...

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I came to soup just a girl who liked to write,
and posted a poem about my dad who had died;
now, I recall comments of...

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