Writing Poems

Poems on writing that celebrate the joy of words. Be it an author or a poet, every piece of writing is like a bunch of experiences they put on paper through words that reach the mind and soul. As the name suggests, poems on writing are about the blissful experiences a writer goes through while composing a written form of art. Of what goes through the writer’s mind while writing and how the experience is liberating beyond words.

Writing On The Wall

Writing On The Wall prose poem

The day I was born written was the day I would burn The day I went to school written was the fate of what I churn The day I got married written where I am destined The day I retired

My Writing

My Writing short poem

I wanted to write something But my brain refused to spare anything I got agitated and start searching some others’ brain for lending I did get a brain dead man who was sleeping but found him to be still breathing

Writing Poetry

Writing Poetry short poem

He said it was not easy, Not that easy, writing poetry. But I didn’t think so. (Yeah! I thought of it though.) I sent him my blueprint, He laughed and laughed… It’s not that easy, you see Your’s all wilderness.

Writing For Peace

Writing For Peace ode

Writing is a great tool for peace, both inner and outer the rumbles and riots around us keep us locked up in our chains The freeing power of writing gets us in an unusual mood reminding us of loving relationships

Writing On Wind

Writing On Wind short poem

On this earth’s breadth and width So many reside. All live, and die. Some brief, some bold. The history of humanity; God’s manuscript! The good, bad, and some extremely sad. Heroes, villains, and victims; Stories of ordinary, and extraordinary He

Writing Pain

Writing Pain short poem

I love to write with an Ink pen But my Ink is not an ordinary one With colors like blue, red or green I have an ink pot full of tears Whenever my pen dries I fill it up with

Faint Writing

Faint Writing short poem

You wanted to live inside a shell and step outside, in a bowl of habits, sometimes, nudging accumulated sins to offset the aftershocks. Tsunami is here to stay. The crowd was swelling lured by candles on the sea. Each candle

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Am I Not A Poet?

Am I Not A Poet? short poem

I wonder what’s it to be like a poet For I am called one… Is it to connect reality with Tough words that prompts reader Look up the dictionary? A one which has a rhyme scheme? A one which is

Words

Words short poem

The written word is a powerful thing From a simple rhyme to a song we can sing With music and melody, emotions are stirred They live in your memory from the day they are heard Words of love in a

Poem

Poem short poem

Poem…..it soothes the mind It reverberates in the Heart It calms the nerves It creates saneness It makes one bold too It makes life meaningful It is everything in short Who will not like a Poem On flowers, Nature, Rivers

Blessed???

Blessed??? short poem

Blessed??? So called destiny pushed me to an end, Found comfort and peace in writing, Making Poetry my best friend. Revisiting the past had never brought solace, Penning each emotion, hurt and pain, Aided in ending the distress with absolute

Writers Block

Writers Block short poem

Some days are harder than others. For so many topics I’ve already covered. Where to start? Where to begin? Story to lose? Story to win? Epic feelings to make one cry, A tragic tale of a sad goodbye? Soaring emotions

The written word

The written word short poem

Sunlight streaming through the window The curtains fluttering in gentle breeze Scented sheets scattered around the desk Me, seated with my feet aloft my chair Pen in mouth, mind lost in thought A faraway look in my eye. A letter

Tears To Cry

Tears To Cry sonnet poems

When shoulders are in dearth whereby to cry, And frozen tears would stab with loneliness, A smile I dare that unto heaven try, For wish, my prayer speaks with holiness; The dirge that grieving lips would sadly sing, On hollow

Wonderful

Wonderful short poem

Wonder do I at your grace- At your all encompassing ace! Luminous is the horizon now, Admirably euphoric,I wonder how! Strokes a few on a paper white Diffuses that beauty with painter’s might What has remained unspoken forever A complete

What Is In a Name?

What Is In a Name? short poem

What’s there in a name? Oh, nothing at all-said He. Would you love me then, if any other name was Me? Oh, yeah…yeah…sure. I met a tramp the other day, at the end of the road. A small bit of

Confessions Of A Closet Poet

Confessions Of A Closet Poet short poem

I didn’t much want to admit it, I was fine gathering dust on the shelf, But the day that I posted My first poem online, I messed up and I “outed” myself. I’m not what you’d call a great thinker,

Maybe

Maybe short poem

if I write enough poems maybe I’ll get one or two right it doesn’t really matter very much to me each one I can read which helps me remember is good enough dependable and sturdy to do me such a

A Poet’s Love For Poems

A Poets Love For Poems short poem

As a lover of poems; I imagine, I explore, I discover, I write. As a lover of poems; I read, I pause for a while, I understand, I feel every inch of words written. As a lover of poems; I

Just Let Me

Just Let Me short poem

Let me write With the abandon Of a child at play Let me write With the recklessness Of a stormy day Let me write With the passion Of a lover’s embrace Just let me express What my soul says Let

Words Of Wonder

Words Of  Wonder short poem

A word on a line joined with many and more A story to tell from behind a closed door A line on a page, a paragraph to make From a thoughtful sage or the ones who forsake A page in

Pen And Ink

Pen And Ink short poem

If a picture paints a thousand words Then where does that leave me A pen for a brush and ink as my paint And the words are what you all see If the pen is mightier than the sword Then

Pulsing Prose

Pulsing Prose short poem

May the ink that flows From the nib of my pen Forever entertain you With words of love And life and wonder Lick beams of light Through clouds of thunder May the blood that flows Through the hand that writes

This Is Not A Poem

This Is Not A Poem long poem

This is not a poem but a misunderstood flower, Lost on a platform where the trains only go into autumn. This is not a poem but a dilapidated city, Where no one will ever again remember to hum. This is

Pen

Pen short poem

Sometimes I would think what life be without ink how to express the sorrow or how to say there is a better tomorrow how will we say worry not I am there or do not give up I am here

Poetry And Poet

Poetry And Poet prose poem

Poetry is not an intelligent Arrangement of words or rhymes But an articulation of heart An articulation of emotion An articulation of the subtle feelings That can never be expressed by a prose Poetry is associated with more heart Than

Poet’s Fear

Poets Fear short poem

Trying to write a poem about fear, The fear of a poet always feels near. We write the words we feel we should, But are our works really that good? Will those around us appreciate our poem? Or will we

The Tightrope And The Cage

The Tightrope And The Cage short poem

The words tumble within my head over and over and over and under one another they fight and reach; their footing, fate held in my hand; poised, tense in the world created by my pen I leave the safety of

I’ve contemplated sonnets long enough

I’ve contemplated sonnets long enough sonnet poems

I’ve contemplated sonnets long enough, And now I think I ought to have a stab; I’m not that sure about romantic stuff, But general this and that seems rather fab. Wordsworth’s general sonnets aren’t my thing, Although he’s written some

Analysis Of The Written Word

Analysis Of The Written Word prose poem

It is a foregone conclusion that the writer uses all five senses to create their work. However, I have found ( at least in my experience) that each sense exercised provides it’s own individual inspiration. Not to be over analytical

Wasting Words

Wasting Words short poem

Wasting words I want to be electronic; I can only be more robotic. Please try to fix my empathy; I have lost it. I am not hypnotic. I cannot make you feel this, Without giving away my secrets. We need

Letter To You

Letter To You short poem

Hey you, I just wanted to write, I really hope you don’t mind, You’re not out of mind, just out of sight, I think about you all of the time. I often wonder how things are, Since the last time

Love

Love short poem

I lift my pen today To write something Something about which Many a thousand lines Written by many a great people Yet I cannot for sure Define what we call it ‘love’. Love is not jealous, they say Love is

My Real Life Story

My Real Life Story short poem

‘Yes I write poems ‘ I said But no one was ready to accept . When I wrote my first poem ‘MY DEATH’ , everyone were shocked . But still my poem rocked . I just needed encouragement , I

Something

Something short poem

It had been a chessboard and nothing else from plain cardboard and perfect squares standing up on the bookcase in the living room after the old man died no one knew where it disappeared no one asked no one cared