Poems about writing



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№ 1210612

You feel like writing? 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.


feel,  write,  writing.

Author: Tina Fish
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Date: 07/04/2020


№ 1210411

This Poem Is about a Like Poem that I Don't Actually Plan on Writing

It's way too soon
To write you a love poem,
But I think I may be in the socially acceptable time frame
To write you a like poem.

Yesterday, my doctor told me to cut cheese out of my diet,
So I'll try to keep the sentiment as vegan as possible.


don,  plan,  poem,  t,  writing.

Author: Jasmine Marie
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Date: 07/04/2020

№ 1208302

Why I Stopped Writing

For a while
Even the word
Poetry
Made me flinch.
I had so many thoughts
Swirling
In my head
But no courage to
Put them down.
My cup and mind
Runneth over,
And it's best to aim
The spillage at
Paper (digital or otherwise).

It was a friend,
Someone I trusted
Whom I sent my poetry to.

I asked for her thoughts
And she responded,
"lmao"

And that was the best
Advice I'd ever received.
Too bad it nearly broke me.


stopped,  writing.

Author: Zachary William
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Date: 05/04/2020

№ 1207706

Writing

I do have a love and hate relationship with
Writing but one thing I am
Sure of there will never ever be a divorce.
Even if I can no longer find
Paper, pencil, laptop we'll still be a couple.
I am never single if I have
Writing even if I haven't received flowers.


writing.

Author: Twilight Zone
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Date: 05/04/2020


№ 1207053

Writing a Complicated Poem About What Pisses Me Off

Spending intangible dollars at the mercy of my ever growing appetite,
Instead of buying my ticket out of this perfectly advantageous country,
Which focuses solely on my beauty and money.
I neglect my inner advice telling me to drop it all and run,
To where I can breathe and focus on God,
Promoting a healthier way of living and improving humanity.
Momentary hope that unrealistically characterizes perfection
As a quality that I can mentally download and miraculously make the above, true,
Never seems to linger long enough to actually induce action,
Which leads to disappointment draining the motivation essential to recover my missing pieces,
Which pushes me to crave cash I don't have, to pick up that dose,
That hushes the unwarranted guilt that seduces me into thinking that I'm not incredibly blessed,
And that I can't handle what I've been dealt,
Blurs the doubts I have about my abilities, my self- worth,
Forcing me into a state of content that awakens my creativity,
While vaguely being able to make out memories of let down led by myself and my mother,
Who was a part of what was never good enough for my idea of a perfect family.
I've wrongly accepted that a mediocre life-performance is to be had while following the crowd,
While obsessing over flaws that are negligible to my true purpose in life,
And with that I've become stifled by the decision to remain effortlessly stuck.


complicated,  poem,  writing.

Author: hellohappytori13
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Date: 04/04/2020

№ 1207011

A.M. ANXIOTY: (writing/poetry).. *WARNING* strong content. Read at own expence.

3: 22a. m. ,
On my second pack of iggy's,
Smoked by the minutes counting
You're not here by my side
To hold me and watch stars
Fall out of place like
The places where our mind dwells
And my breath in what was fresh
For the kiss of your lips
And put a hold on to the smoke
In my head of you
Our first night apart
Things are something of some
Painfuly hard to mend

3: 25a. m. ,
No, I AM pacing
My neck weary and weak
Too much for this head of mine
To hold up all that clutters
Streaming down my chest
Like liquid fire from explosion
Tensions play poker with my heart
And you're still not here
To help me live up to my feet
You go one way and I
I stay behind taking in the stabs

3: 30am,
Amzing how I'm whipping throught this
Pieces I chicken write-... vandalise

My pen and I drop another line, yet on these fresh sheets
... no, tonight we had no choice
Since the choice was already made
No, It's not a break up
Just one of those nights I let you
Spend away from me and
I am just being so dam n selfish
Just wanting you eaveryday
How do you see me now
Taking a bat destroying what is
In my way thinking I care
... shit!
Like I do
Go ahead act like it don't kill me
It's just anxioty,
Attacks come around friendly
Without handshakes that insults me
And my feet crash on glass
And yet, I feel nothing

... but you

3: 35am,
Mornings kill like manson
Like the devil himself
It consums me in this home
Where I make animals
Look like nothing wild
And the neighbors can hear me
Crazy they would claim me
And you're not here to hear me

3: 37am. ,
Another smoke to pop in my mouth
And this house is smelling like
A drug house I had created tonight
When you come back home today
Whatever time that may be
I'll be screaming and crying
Like a crazy azz bitch
In an un-womanly like tantrum
Like as if I hadn't hurt losing
Another friend the other day
And on top of that you leave me
In times like these
This is the first you've done
So wrong to me
Yet to me in my mind I may be
Losing it completely
Expressions say so much
On your face where I feel like
Slapping you hard like I
Want you to really hurt!

3: 41a. m. ,
Even poetry stares me down this
Early morning my, good one
A wife I will be, intentionaly insecure
I want this to go away
Far away where I can cast myself
Away with the extreme pain
That I'm causing myself
Cause you ain't here
And that's all that's playing in my head
That's all that matters to me now
That you ain't in this fducking house
Where I THINK you MAY belong

3: 44am,
Another smoke and many more to come
And this home is begining to close in on me
And this is just another
A. m. challenge for my depprssion
Anti-deppressants don't do one shit
And I swim in my head where thoughts
Kill me while you're gone.

Gone feels like forever
Up here is like the twilight zone
And you are the episode
Where conflics travle fast.

God! I fucking love you!
This cage is now my dungeon
And now it's 3: 39a. m

I'm pretending this is okay
...

(ghasping myself to sleep)
©MaddHatterQueen


content,  poetry,  read,  strong,  warning,  writing.

Author: MaddHatterQueen
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Date: 04/04/2020


№ 1206141

Abide these three [creative writing assignment p.7]

I have learned three things in life.
I have lost three things in life.

Faith- a curtain to hide behind, crutches to hold me up.
Faith- a broken record of lies and hypocrisy, when I threw it away I could stand alone.

Hope- an intangible thing of optimistic beauty.
Hope- pessimism is so much safer.

Love- promises, worries, caring, blind, deaf and dumb, not even minding.
Love- remember the memories, throw away the promises, don't cross those lines.

I now look for these three things in life.


abide,  assignment,  creative,  three,  writing.

Author: Sarah Wilson
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Date: 03/04/2020

№ 1205978

I can't believe i'm still writing about you

Your hair, eyes, and hands
­ they drive me mad

The way your cheeks light up when you actually smile

­ it makes me want to melt

All your side comments, and stupid jokes

­ they make me cry in laughter

The fact that youre perfect

­ makes me crave you more


t,  writing.

Author: y i k e s
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Date: 03/04/2020

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