I Try to Them on Paper | Mónika Tóth
Beautiful afternoon
My heart is full of words
I try to them on paper
writing poems
Simple Words | Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
I prefer the simple
words that could
also be found in
dictionaries.
Why throw around
words to show off?
There is a place
in this world for
the simple plain
straight speak words.
Write things for
everybody.
It does not hurt
at all. No one will
think less of you
to write simple words.
The Poem Seekers Reapers & Re-Writers | Vincent Von Ellesmere
The poem seekers reapers & re-writers.
There’s a secret society of time served master poets.
They flood social media
Like a plague upon groups & pages
They hunt out new blood
fresh meat,
new poets all over the World,
They take down your poems with their paper & pens,
their quills ink & Parchments,
they copy & past,
there’s never an end,
Their time served
master poets of old,
They’ve developed a writers block of crippling anxiety in their minds,
drawn a blank in their once original creative minds & their once original way with words & thoughts,
So they search out young blood
fresh meat from the poetic world of outstanding creativity,
To make the masters feel young once again,
Re-writing your poetry,
Re-wording your poetry,
Until your originals look,
as if they’ve been written by an uneducated clown,
Watch out watch out for the seekers reapers & re-writers are on the hunt, you could be next, I know I am.
More at https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3298430/the-seekers-reapers-re-writers/.
A Poet’s Mind | John Baverstock
Is it hard to conceive?
Just wanting someone to believe,
The words and the things you write about,
Built up by a life of worthless self-doubt,
Your creations all from your mind,
Built up through,
Long periods of time,
Not always battered,
Just significant times that mattered,
Words can be abused,
And can sometimes leave you bruised,
Yet they can be written,
In a way to understand,
Revealing the cards,
That life has presented in your hand,
Occasionally Poets enter,
the dark places of their conscience,
Trawl through experiences,
which have had a consequence,
A happening that is hard to shut away,
Something that’s in your mind,
you visit day to day,
It maybe that people will never really know,
These dark places that poets often go,
Just to find the words,
That let them express,
Their inner thoughts of pain,
Quite often tinged with sadness,
Maybe that feeling of unworthiness,
is also a place,
Which is so often masked,
behind a smiling face,
Maybe it’s Poets,
Who will only ever know,
these strange dark places,
That Poets so often go.