a poem about poetry

Poetry | Chris Byrne - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Poetry | Chris Byrne

It’s just words written
in the right order,
random thoughts
plucked from the mind.
Unscrambled words,
mixed emotions,
put onto paper,
slowly typed.
Patience, perseverance
trying, getting words out,
ideas, ideas inspiring
words, uplifting spirits.
Brain freezes, mental blocks,
self-doubt plaguing
indecisive minds,
typing, editing.
They’re just words, they say,
words of wisdom, a lifelong
passion to inspire, to
dream, to write.
Lack of sleep, bleary screens,
long hours, tiredness,
we do it, for we
are poets.

Confetti | Ann Christine Tabaka - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Confetti | Ann Christine Tabaka

Paper snow
on the floor
shredded dreams
that used to be my poems
words spill onto pages
only to fly off
looking for cohesion
searching for a theme
day after day
frustration reigns
as the ritual repeats itself
a line here a phrase there
then all is lost
and once again
confetti festoons my world
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Ann Christine Tabaka was born and lives in Delaware. She is a published poet, an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer. She loves gardening, cooking, and the ocean. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her poems have been published in numerous national and international poetry journals, reviews, and anthologies.

Metamorphosis | Judy Moskowitz - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Metamorphosis | Judy Moskowitz

I never expected to find a torn napkin
somewhere on a beach and start to write
layers of thoughts coming from a locked box
only the wind could understand
pulling me into a magnetic field of consciousness
that would change my life
I never expected to become a poet
just in time before falling into a recliner
no longer a long stemmed rose
life worn on my face
a different kind of legacy
born and penned out of need
all the possibilities stirring within
an envelope mailed to me
I decided to open it
roar and howl
a reinvention I never expected

My Friend the Poet | Michael Kagan - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

My Friend the Poet | Michael Kagan

My friend the poet
writes about the recent future
taking close-ups of tomorrow’s past
somewhere inside myself
the abstract speaks in vivid color
every word she says
my friend the poet makes imperfect sense
her truth rings through me
counting the kisses on dewdrops
singing a cappella with her ghosts
charming clouds to let her inside
their dreamy shapes
look down upon the folly
chaos and despair
she writes about the worth of worry
it’s lighter than the air
she writes about making peace with fear
and explains the blindness in rage
cannot see around corners
and I understand these words
my friend the poet
on cloudy occasions
writes of her own voyage
many holes on a crumpled map
waves knocking her over and over
she tells her story surfing on her belly
to the shores of solid ground
and she as a magic poet
describes it so well
you get the picture
as if you were always there

The Ethereal Poem Eternal | Michael Kagan - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

The Ethereal Poem Eternal | Michael Kagan

As the ancient tribe of wandering poets
Pushing and prodding
Crisis and passion drawn
From the central library of time
In ink and blood explaining
As only poems are able
The organic airborne substance
Defining the human condition
In the period when they penned
Digging deeper and deeper
Where meanings converging
Melt all over the lines
Perception teases
Tickling curious minds
In every way hunting seeking
Until you have a hundred answers
And every answer is right
And every answer is wrong
But the unfulfilled poem stands
Like an inoperable iron monolith
Unflappable in it’s position
And we write about anything
Floating in from anyplace
From everywhere
Things we didn’t know we didn’t know
Things we didn’t know we knew
Hopes the poem will fit the puzzle
And teach us how to trust

Plagiarism | Chris Byrne - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Plagiarism | Chris Byrne

Was it just a word?
Or was it sneaking in
And stealing my soul
Whilst I slept,
Hearing me playing my
Favourite song that inspired
Me, a tune that helped
As I wrote those deep and dark
Inspiring sonnets, trying not to
Plagiarise the lyric, that hidden
Meaning within a song,
My thoughts coming to life
All because of a song,
Something it awoke in me
As I typed and typed
Erased and erased
As my brain thought
It’s too like the song,
The never ending
Thoughts of a poet
Are always just like the song.

Opening | Clara Burghelea - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Opening | Clara Burghelea

A mother wound
lives under the skin.
Raw at first,
throbbing less in time.
It dwells into other losses
of the tongue
that grew mute, unraveled,
the morning sounds
of night-shift cracking bones,
damp cloth on feverish foreheads,
eggplant salad, complicit smiles.
A language of lacks, body as implement.
Slowly, one poem bears the next,
descending the page like a string tie.
At the end of the day, I weigh
the unsaid, the misspelt, the in-betweens.
The poem cracks. On the page,
the learned foreign letters
give pain a loud, bearable voice.
The wound tingles, the words breathe.
One dying leaves room for poetry.
Many other deaths follow.

Discarding the Poem | Ananya S. Guha - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Discarding the Poem | Ananya S. Guha

A poem flexes words
I sit taut, still among the words
of others, and wonder why in the last instance my poem was politely
rejected by an editor who writes poetry like me, but wants also to
discard the words of others. So in righteousness I decide not to write, or read, but simply chalk out ways of obviating the poem.

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