Poets Writing Poems

           ~Play With Fire Till your Fingers Burn~
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Jolt of inspiration
A person wanted to be a POET
But didn’t know where to start nor how to show it
Words starting popping into the POETS head
Words...

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We Are Writers
 No one understands us.
 Ink to blood.
 Empty pages.
 Mind always racing.
 Thyself obscure.
 Boundless pen traveler.
 Melody through smoke.
 Sober story...

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When it comes to poetry
as writers, each of us
has our, line not to be crossed

honesty, is where mine is drawn

don’t care how well a poem...

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Amouage is given
to the Pope, the King, the Queen
some we offer willingly others begrudgingly
the honorable can be challenged or challenging
the dishonored deemed unworthy,
placed upon a...

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The muse just kicked a garbage can
The you know what just hit the fan
I mutter “I can write…I can”

The keyboard trembles ‘neath my touch
Words not...

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Hello, my most esteemed poets,

I am trying an experiment that I believe has not been done here on the PS site. I have posted a...

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As poet, I never said I was any good.
If you think I did, you've misunderstood.
I only said that between me and Shakespeare,
there's only one winner-take-all...

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I'm not even a poet, just a petty rhymer.
When starting a new verse, first thing I do is grab a timer.
And if it takes more...

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Within every writer's soul
is an untold role,
rolling along the shadows,
secretly, desperately seeking
the glow above the darkness
that gave it life in the first place...

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The smooth ink stains bleed a crimson red with each stroke
The pages' colors publish a perilous message against the black granite surface

Black, red, white

Its message...

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The growing crops harvest not by crofter
Having to wait a time to ripe  them
Any birth by woman giving to a child 
Not until comes...

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I am
                 far
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I write because I am full
of feeling

Fumbling through the labyrinths of my soul,
A path only my blood could find
As it courses through the jungles 
Only...

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