Tips Writing Poems

the city's sick scar, fuels my descent, into this abyss, where twisted creatures writhe, in the darkness. cyclops with one eye, on the ball, three-headed...

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What do you write about? I am asked at least once a week
I try to give people tips, but I am not sure what they...

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I was frustrated at work about seven years ago.
A painter, cartoonist, and scrabble player, where next would I go?
I needed something new to do.
Not sure...

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Palest shades on top
White lilacs above violets
Softens bouquet's look


[based on reading tips for the floral design called 
"A Sense of Colour" pg. 142-143 in "BUNCH...

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Here, I scribble a letter 
to the rhapsodical rose, 
dipping my quill in 
stardust that slips 
like a violet waterfall 
from the tips of 
white...

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I can't expect to wake up everyday and do something I hate before I'm even part of the rat race. 

How am I expected to...

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You have to fit your words through
the tiniest of pencil points,
pen tips,
into boxes and drawers with no light,
and invisible,
be noticed
and voiceless,
be heard.
Yet you keep on,
pushing...

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Last night I dreamt of them
Fleeing under the cover of darkness
Liars, adulterers, murderers and thieves
Terrified of the monsters on their heels 
They flew into an...

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I used to move as fast as cars
runways built in space and mars.
I would dart as far as I could trace 
the words moving off...

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I often think of the sea,
not so much of vastness
but of depth, and what I
can't see, all the life just
beneath the surface – sort
of like,...

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Blog, On Poetic Contrast,  Between Dark And Light
(My two poems composed -one of dark, one of Light.)
(from my new blog)

(1.)

The Horrid Night, The Terrible...

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Two spiders dance cross ivory keys
The sounds they make reprise songs of trees
Phantom fingers flick like legs from hands
Over blacks and whites on baby grands
Every...

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My thumb crushes the soft clay, pushing a single fingerprint into the malleable surface.
I take the clay into my hands, rolling it into a ball,...

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Nothing disappoints like a misleading title
For your reader will look for its theme throughout
And if no plausible link can be made, the reader
Will wonder why...

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Smoking and drinking what the hell were u thinking ? 
Theres No food on the table , the lights always blinking 
We ain't got cable...

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