Tag Archive: writing


Lost Touch

I lost my touch, haven’t I?

Words on a high

They all seem to fly

Away from me

Away from me

I’m drowning slowly, this I know

I’m not sure how far I can go

I’m not sure if words can still take me there, so

This could or might or should be the last

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A Title Is Needed

I am no poet and this is no poetry 

I write no songs, I share no story

I am mortal and yes I worry

About life, about love

About the moon and stars above
But I am no poet as you can see

I just write whatever comes to me

Touch

I used to write about poetry

About love, why I’m happy

Now, it seems I’m always in agony

Sharing about misery 
Maybe I lost my touch

As I drifted away and such

Maybe I never really had much

End Of…

He smiled,

And I saw poetry

It became the end of me

The How On Poetry

How do you write poetry when you have no words for it?
It’s like describing the sound of a breeze
Or a color you don’t know

How do you write poetry when there is no such inspiration?
Do you even dare to?

We Write

When we’re in love, we write
When we hurt, we write
When we move on, we write

When we struggle, we write
When we achieve something, we write
When we win, we write,
When we lose, we get back on our feet
and we write

We write on our pages of life
Until we cease to be writers of it

Of things that inspire me.
I used to look for a subject that makes sense
But now I’ve lost it.
I’ve lost all sense
Of magic in writing

Just Stuck

All out of ideas
All out of fun
Chugging down rootbeers and munching on tortillas
I’ve had it! I’m done!

I wanted to be artistic
I wanted to be dramatic
A little sarcastic
But definitely poetic

However, all the rhyming as spent me
I think I’ve had enough
This feels like a chore now, I’ll admit guiltily
It’s been kind of rough

I can’t even write a single line
I feel stuck in the mud
I don’t know if I’ll ever feel fine
Because as of the moment, my head seems to be full of crud

Maria Michaela

Writing Poetry

What good is a pen without a paper?
Much like a lover and a hater
They both need each other
And in some ways must come together

What is a poet without a poem?
No reason to rhyme at all
None at all

Maria Michaela

Drew A Blank

I look out the window, looking for inspiration

I drew a blank, I am close to desperation

I went out and danced in the rain

But still nothing and now it hurts my brain

I took out photographs and suddenly flooded with memories

Smiling, remembering the sad and fun stories

Despite all that I still have nothing to write about, no topic at all

So I write about nothing, nothing at all

Words from a Little Person

Poets bleed from the heart and soul

singlesincebirthblog

The single speaks her mind

GOD'S POETIC CHILD!!!

Dear Reader, I am here to give you a little taste of poetry with some water on the side. When you come on my blog that's all that you will taste is Poetry. Not the type of poetry where it doesn't have a meaning. The type of poetry where you will be inspired, uplifted and you will have a different mindset once you leave this site. You might even come to get a taste of this poetry again. Don't be afraid to let your kids read this blog. My poetry is for and to help the youth. Bring them along with you. You both are scrolling down your phone or on the computer anyway. Let's have fun and get a taste of some poetry. I promise this type of poetry tastes delicious. Grab a plate and a fork and I'll feed you. ENJOY!!!!

johncoyote

Poetry, story and real life.

RED GLADIOLA

Fiction & Poetry Journal of T. Wong