#metapoem

[universalmemoir]

i wonder why i constantly feel like i am not worth a moment of a stranger’s time. so many bright souls in this dark universe consider me the pinnacle of beauty, a passionate writer, a strong lover, a kind soul, while i sit here pen in hand wondering if my words are worth the attention, if i am truly inspiring, if i am worth the time of day that others’ take to read my words. i wonder if they are afraid of me because of my popularity when all i want to do is love well, be a light, be reality in a world of shadows who promote their best images. dear reader, you have listened to me at my best and at my worst and yet i feel so alone, like my voice is shouted on the rooftops of fame and talent while my heart waits alone for someone to need me. to need my voice. my heart. my existence. you read what i ask of the world but feel too afraid to tell me what you need from me. please, dearest love...i am as lonely and broken as you. i merely have a platform to show it. 

do not be afraid of me // h.rae

[strangerdarkerbetter]

Consumed With Creation

A need to create

Both desperate and pure

To touch pen to paper

Needle to yarn

Fingers to keys

Overwhelming yearning

Captivating my being

A need to craft and form and build

My heart leaps forth

Trying to skip through time

To the precious moments when

My soul, alight,

My hands, busy

I create

My being aches for release

For bounding ideas to spill forth

Too many shifting, changing, mutating

Ideas,…

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[francois26-blog]

RELATED

RELATED your stories are related all stories are related part of a great cosmic family of stories that have known each other since the beginning of time speaking alone together in one voice crossing the abyss as if wine dark sea God being nothing if not intertexual the Universe expanding with each metaphor

[sleep-onnet]

Poetic Contradictions

Poetry is 

for self-indulgent, pretentious pricks who like to think they know better than everyone else.

a way to grab that glimmer in your subjective experience, and share it with the ones you love.

Poetry is 

lazy, and requires no skill. It’s not real art.

a craft you can practice for the rest of your life.

Poetry is 

not gonna make you money, why bother.

art that will enrich your life in a way like no other.

[sleep-onnet]

Poem Posters

I write poetry to decorate the walls of my mind,

So I have pretty things to look at 

when I'm inevitably stuck in it again

[sleep-onnet]

A Piece of the Cake

I didn't write that poem, you did.

I was just thinking about you

And the words fell from my head

and slipped through my fingers

onto the page.

So thank you,

and can I have partial credit?

[jeremiahtrent]

The Key

Do you type your poems. Tapping like a red headed woodpecker up and down a dying dogwood. Big bold bluejay looking your way. Do you keep your cat indoors. Fat squirrels upside down on red oaks that smell rotten on the inside say you do. The field rats digging tunnels into the chicken coop do too. Do you use the backspace key the way you wish you could. Do you delete lines from your poems. Do you…

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[panpolyfluid]

Poetry

Poetry can be fun to write-

Often I restrict myself to a meter for fun

Even using a rhyme scheme sometimes or

Maybe a neat little acrostic.

But when my verse becomes free and I'm just writing my thoughts-

That's when you know that I'm being serious.

I'm saying what's on my mind without any extra rules.

Just words.

Emotions.

Thoughts.

My deepest concerns flowing from the page.

To be read by someone, someday.

Maybe.