The first verse of this limerick was originally written in 2014 while the second verse was written in September 2017, with the final three verses composed in October 2017. Verse one is the original, w...
Poetry has been around for centuries. A lot of questions come to mind with poetry, especially to those who don't write poetry. Even people like myself who actively write poetry find ourselves question...
Ma I wanna be a poet
I don't wanna be like Dad
I ripped up all the writing I'd done
Cuz you said he was famous for journaling
He's a narcissist navel gazer
But I'm his daughter
I don't want to be ...
(Yes. I'm going to be using "poem" as a verb; there's worse things to focus on. :p Also, I'm free versing here.)
34 Lines on... enjoying one's hobbies/interests/nonsense and letting go.
I like to poem...
I sat in the orange chair attached to my desk, twirling my tan wooden number two pencil between my fingers, impatiently waiting for my teacher, Mrs. Hope, to begin class. I was anxiously giddy. I want...
Poetry is my beloved Who At times
I forget to feed Not because of spite But the fear That my words won't bring anything nutritious
Poetry is my sail And when the wind is low I give up
But what I must ...
My black pen
It's got me through rough times.
Like when I tried to write this song
Couldn't think of any rhymes
On my skin flowed the dark ink
As I sat and started to think
Why are the lyrics still no...
Write! Words perceived as grains of sand, the pages they fall on the world. They create beaches, deserts, great storms of sand carried on the wind. There is an ocean of words defining perception, crea...
Choose words that describe
But somehow still hide
The facts of what you are saying
Don't come straight out
And talk all about
What your poem is meant to be playing
Leave something to the imagination