Life as a Poet Knows It

Life as a Poet Knows It

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Dawn Colemana year ago
Farewell 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
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 ...
L
Loaf a year ago
My Black Pen
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...
Joseph Marraa year ago
Motivate My Writing
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...
Yvonne Glasgowa year ago
Your Poetry Is Appalling
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 Y...
A. R. Ambrosia year ago
Inside a Writer's Office
This office is like another world A large computer dominates the desk Papers stack up beside it A disorganised mess Books are strewn about in wild disarray In fact the room is nearly overwhelmed by bo...
Beth Gadsdena year ago
Blackout Poetry
Here is the start of my love affair with sharing with strangers (you guys), what I do to keep myself sane so that one day, a kid may read some of this crap and be inspired or get a good laugh out of i...
A. R. Ambrosia year ago
This Is a Poem
I suppose this is a poem or something But my thoughts won't stay in one place I try to organise and rationalise And marginalise But my words are an abstract mess Like melted crayons forming some kind ...
Kacie Kaspera year ago
I'd Like To Write a Poem
I'd like to write a poem. Something moving, something wise. I'd like my words to linger, long after my demise I'd like to write of daffodils and lonely, wandering clouds of sailing ships, and daring q...