Love Writing Poems | Examples
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A Laden Quill Pen in Hand
Lay a quill a pen in hand moulted feather of a swan;
Jest a written piece of verse wrote in stammering breath;
And important historical documented quest;
Wonders of wandering authors protest dawn;
Black it’s the chosen ink stirred upon drawn;
A sole paper now being presented to be dressed;
Far be it from the story to be mis pressed;
With writings of HIStory penned brawn;
8/21/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026© Italian Sonnet
Writing poetry is my life's passion- amen,
exciting to see what falls from this bleeding pen,
sometime, I pen at night then let my words fly,
sublime on wings they swirl into the morn' sky.
Love each poem like a child born from deep pain,
above they float and my soul is ever left with a stain,
spill my ink again and again until I cannot write words,
fulfill my poetic thirst creating poems like song birds.
Write a poem you think it is good
post it as you know you should
No one seems to like it at all
for so few read it that poem falls
down down to the ho hums
you read it again not that dumb
But so it goes keep it real
A poem you are uncertain of
haven't post it because
It just to you kinda bad
no one will see it go ahead
post it and numbers you never seen
compliments given for this thing
For you the poem can't feel
but on Poetry Soup liked a great deal
Don't quit write more and more
a poem is something you are never sure
If you like it while no one else does
still it's yours, later on it could get some love
You write poetry because you do
no matter what you are sharing you.
Love can do little more than suppose
an eternity. Your charming
inspiration drawing me deeper
into The Poet’s Right of Lyric
Passage. Conclusion: a writer
only dies outside his text – each
composition a fond tease of
omnipotence.
Japan born famous haikai -ist' ventures into a rhymed abab double quatrain for a bio like descriptive of love..an impossible task..yet the nature of personal love being so compelling even we less talented poets are not immune to put stylus to screen
The Pensive Poet Poetry Contest. Sponsored by: Constance La France
By Poet "Oh yes, 100% human here. No AI for me."
Come let me tell you a story,
how writers once wrote.
They wrote from their loving hearts,
telling stories in different styles.
Some were rhymes or funny limericks,
verse was a favorite along with a tanka.
I find acrostic to be fun,
but taking more thought and time.
Today this new thing called AI,
is the new kid on the block.
AI has no loving heart to write with,
yet many readers have been blinded.
I put much thought and reflection,
into each poem for my readers.
A true writer writes because they love to,
also writing for their many readers.
Sleek ode bard might nurse,
apt term in hue laden verse,
paint scenes with star phrase,
blue sky ink splash set ablaze,
flaunt that quill, arise, amaze
anchor my will in goodly godlike advancement ;
guard me always by this revitalization !
trust , never predetermined
but be I devout .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
I used to like what you would write
Of how you viewed this love and life
Of great happiness and strife
But now that's ended
All I have is memories
Of your literary treasuries
Of which I feel I'll never see
Never again
I don't know why you don't write
Bringing day into the night
Dissolving shadows by your light
Now empty pages
If I had a single wish
You would write again
Without a ripple, the world moved,
Heeded a whisper uttered into a secluded room,
I felt every last drop of blood drawn,
All the sketches shared in our times alone,
Though in a blink the tides turned white,
All the pigments burnt out of sight,
An eternal elegance is forever etched,
For embroidering a love into me
only is orchestrated in visual effects,
the moments we wove in the midst of sublime storytelling,
We dreamt of a hill we knew was so unbecoming,
We were bound by bare beauty and synchronized strength,
Yet so little to teach in each other’s length,
A short-lived hope
Slid right down the slope,
With no time to cope,
I guess this is why love letters come in a little envelope.
We pour parts of us into
every poem~ a self-inflicted
wound, the point of a pen
drip, drip, spurt, spurt – a Fever
Abater --
Ideally One’s Spirit~ a positive Universal
Donor!
Breaths and words, inseparable
are cousins with heartfelt translations --
Life-force, heart, soul~ Divine opportunity inherent in
every vehement articulation – may our pronunciations
be those of love and forgiveness~ “Live long and
prosper” as that Great Vulcan, Spock, bade us.
Above All
Be Benevolent
Cherish Children
Deny Decadence
Express Eloquence
Favour Family
Gather Goodness
Highlight Happiness
Impede Injustice
Journey Joyfully
Know Kindness
Liberate Love
Maintain Morality
Nurture Nature
Observe Objectivity
Perpetuate Peace
Quench Quarrels
Remain Romantic
Show Sincerity
Teach Truthfulness
Understand Unconditionally
Value Vision
Willingly Work
Xenophile Xenodochia
Yield Yourself
Zoom Zestfully
My world is your world
With silken threads spun by love.
Verse is our language
One web so finely woven
A universal connection.
I scribe my poetry
Expressing individual views
So, if you read my words,
I think you will find
My true love sits within my mind.
"It takes a real heart to write forevermore." By Poet
Here I sit with pen in hand,
staring at a blank notepad.
I need many letters,
to make my words come alive.
I thought I was a writer,
but as I sit here I wonder.
Poems come from the love of writing,
writing about the past or about the present.
Poems can be true or false,
some will make you cry and others will make you laugh.
True writers write from their heart,
as the ink rushes through their veins.
Now the words flow faster then I can write,
don't think, just write.
The writer and reader are both in love,
in love with letters, words, sentences and reading.
Now I am writing away,
forevermore.
You've been gone so long.
My pen races to translate every heartbeat.
Longing to be together again.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words