Poems about write

There are words
Tucked away
In minds,
To incite,
Move forward,
Shake cores,
Turn hoarders
To minimalists,
Create
Lists,
Tasks,
Set to do,
Choose for me,
Shift between
Different places,
Draw different
Faces,
Passing by on
Streets
I've got a tweet
For each
One of you,
Wrapped in
Treats,
A delicious bonbon,
Desserts of
Verbs,
Adjectives,
Nouns,
And more
Words.

Who should you write poetry for?

Write for someone
Who cares enough to read it
And have the words etched upon
Their hearts,
Never fading.

Write for someone
Who knows you enough,
To know
That you are a mixture of a thousand emotions
You never show
And your poetry is a gateway
To your heart.

Write for someone,
Who would willingly walk down
An abyss with you,
Not someone, who walks into it,
Unknowingly
Overwhelmed by your words' intensity

Write for someone,
Who is many different people,
For many different people,
And still is all of them for you,
A side he only shows to you.

Write for someone,
Whose love is not a secret,
Confessed in a hushed tone,
Write for someone who loves you,
And is unapologetic about it.


Write for someone,
Who sees a part of them
Every time your eyes meet,
Write for the part
Of yourself
You see in them.

Write for someone
To whom you actually mean something
And your words will never go unnoticed,
Dissolving in wind
The moment your lips set them free.

Mind empty
Thoughts not connecting
Words not forming sentences
Letters floating freely
Not even one simple idea to go off of

Everything is messy
Too messy to make anything make sense.

Sometimes I swear the words write me.
The words bridging the end of my pen,
Upon white sheets bound and covered
I wrote out of the lines, words are my sin
I broke that metal spine and pondered.
Who else is writing, whispers in the wind
I become outnumbered captive by wonder.

-Ashton Amstutz

~second version below

~The words bridging my mind and pen,
To once empty pages held in a spiral spine,

Written- skewed & out of each page line
I broke that metal bind yet no page sundered.
Who else is inside of me, The words are many,
I become outnumbered, eyes captive by wonder.

-Ashton Amstutz

I tried to write a poem
To express how I feel
But there is no order of words
That could properly illustrate what
I so deeply wish to say
No rhyme scheme
Could make it more meaningful
No gracefully placed word
That is in just the right spot
Could compare your beauty to anything in this world
So my deepest fear
Is that you will never understand
How I feel

This is the island of the desolate
The inhabitants battle hardened
My sweet kingdom of the night
And to here I return to write

Oil drips like tears over my brothers and sisters
I know they never want this war to end
But yet I have come home to write this letter
Seamly the only one here that wants peace

I will apologize for their mistermeaners
Will clarify even doctrine for you
Should anymore suffer now
When you have the ultimate power and won the war

I'm here to help in their plight
Lost souls that have lost the fight
Grace me that you will see sense
As I have returned here to write again


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I do not write about the joys of life
Or the calm and gentle quiet of nature.
There is too much faked joy in the world.

I do not write about love and loss.
I dare not tug at the fragile threads
That bind old wounds in rememberance.

I do not write about worldly truths
And the fallacies that we are often told.
I have forgotten them ― outgrown.

I do not write about my thoughts
For fear that I cannot find the words to fit
And that my mind will soon consume me.

I do not write ― I bleed.

I'm going to write me a love story
And its going to start with you
I'm going to write me a love story
Because you chased away the blues

Like the sun rising
I love waking up next to you
I'm going to write me a love story
And its going to start with you

Like the midday sun that makes you feel so warm
That's the way I feel when you are in my arms
I'm going to write me a love story
And it's going to start with you

Like the beautiful sunset
The last of the day is the best
You put my mind at ease and heart at rest
I'm going to write me a love story
And it's all because of you

I'm going to write me a love story
And its going to start with you
I'm going to write me a love story
Because you chased away the blues