Poetry about Life as a Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
What does writing and poetry mean to you? Here you'll find poems about life as a writer, explaining how writing influences the authors' lives and how it can help people face their demons.
missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:26pm
Yesterday 10:26pm
The Life Of A Pubic Hair!
Enid
Had been a pubic hair for about twenty years now
And she had seen everything
Her owner, now in her early thirties
Had been living her life to the fullest
Enid didn't mind this
Even though she sometimes
Got into some quite sticky situations
She just felt unappreciated
And felt as if her owner disliked her
And appeared to dislike all of Enids sisters as well
Soon, in an act of pubic genoside
Enid, and her sisters
Were sent to brasil
by Jemia
Had been a pubic hair for about twenty years now
And she had seen everything
Her owner, now in her early thirties
Had been living her life to the fullest
Enid didn't mind this
Even though she sometimes
Got into some quite sticky situations
She just felt unappreciated
And felt as if her owner disliked her
And appeared to dislike all of Enids sisters as well
Soon, in an act of pubic genoside
Enid, and her sisters
Were sent to brasil
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical #sex
#satirical #sex
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missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:48pm
Yesterday 3:48pm
For Whom The Eight Bells Toll
Two times two times two
My bell rang, pre dawn
The day after the anniversary
Of my mothers death, i yearly mourn
But not allowed the silence
In the quiet of the early morn
An unappealing pealing
The ringing ceased not
Intentions ill-got
Eight times this bell did ring
Eight times my heart sunk, did not sing
Yet for nigh on three weeks
I had some peace
Now again i'm ill at ease
Hoping to not hear
From the lord of the rings
Hoping, not coping
In this current dystopean existence
Perhaps.........
In a...
My bell rang, pre dawn
The day after the anniversary
Of my mothers death, i yearly mourn
But not allowed the silence
In the quiet of the early morn
An unappealing pealing
The ringing ceased not
Intentions ill-got
Eight times this bell did ring
Eight times my heart sunk, did not sing
Yet for nigh on three weeks
I had some peace
Now again i'm ill at ease
Hoping to not hear
From the lord of the rings
Hoping, not coping
In this current dystopean existence
Perhaps.........
In a...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeStruggles
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PAR
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 8:50pm
29th Dec 2024 8:50pm
70's porn movies
When the imbeciles disembark
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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missjem56
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 6:33pm
29th Dec 2024 6:33pm
Tattooed Words
Mercurial
ink
The
scribe
describes
the
scribbler
Squalls
amongst
the
scrawls
by Jemia
ink
The
scribe
describes
the
scribbler
Squalls
amongst
the
scrawls
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #WritingPoetry
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missjem56
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 12:59pm
28th Dec 2024 12:59pm
Nora
A witch
Upon her broken broom
Came a'crashing through my window
Into my bedroom
Sending ornaments, and such like
Smashing to the ground
I was to stupified
To say anything profound
Then she spoke,
As quietly as a wisp of smoke
"I don't suppose, if it's not to much bother!"
"I could trouble you for a cup of tea?"
So i wandered into the kitchen
Full of mystery
Wondering whether i was dreaming...........
By the time i returned to my room
She was sat down looking relaxed
Everything seemed...
Upon her broken broom
Came a'crashing through my window
Into my bedroom
Sending ornaments, and such like
Smashing to the ground
I was to stupified
To say anything profound
Then she spoke,
As quietly as a wisp of smoke
"I don't suppose, if it's not to much bother!"
"I could trouble you for a cup of tea?"
So i wandered into the kitchen
Full of mystery
Wondering whether i was dreaming...........
By the time i returned to my room
She was sat down looking relaxed
Everything seemed...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical
#surreal
#witches
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Shon
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 10:48am
28th Dec 2024 10:48am
Red Polka dot & blue
I met some ladies last night.
Two and three.
One in red, polka dot & blue.
The later was so friendly.
To her friends I was welcomed too.
I asked the beatitude, why?
She replied cause you.
You looked so friendly too.
I thought I'd gone home alone.
Awaking in the morn.
Throwing the duvet aside.
I happened to glance back.
There they were.
Lying side by side.
One in red, polka dot & blue.
Memories of last night.
Came flooding back.
Of red, polka dot & blue.
Thro in the dark
I...
Two and three.
One in red, polka dot & blue.
The later was so friendly.
To her friends I was welcomed too.
I asked the beatitude, why?
She replied cause you.
You looked so friendly too.
I thought I'd gone home alone.
Awaking in the morn.
Throwing the duvet aside.
I happened to glance back.
There they were.
Lying side by side.
One in red, polka dot & blue.
Memories of last night.
Came flooding back.
Of red, polka dot & blue.
Thro in the dark
I...
#dreams
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter #surreal
#LifeAsAWriter #surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 11:54pm
27th Dec 2024 11:54pm
To Infinity And Beyond
(my test tube theory on our existence)
...that the whole universe is contained within a giant testube, and that we are simply part of an experiment, and that these giant other beings/scientists, themselves inside another test tube, and that this is part of a infinite Russian Doll affect, and that each level there are various similar experiments going on at the same time, which may explain why some believe, or sense, that there are parallel universes, and also explain why we cannot comprehend, or understand the true meaning of infinity, as surely there has to be an end somewhere, but if...
...that the whole universe is contained within a giant testube, and that we are simply part of an experiment, and that these giant other beings/scientists, themselves inside another test tube, and that this is part of a infinite Russian Doll affect, and that each level there are various similar experiments going on at the same time, which may explain why some believe, or sense, that there are parallel universes, and also explain why we cannot comprehend, or understand the true meaning of infinity, as surely there has to be an end somewhere, but if...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#surreal
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Shon
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 10:14pm
27th Dec 2024 10:14pm
Moment of clarity
I'm sitting here.
Writing this down.
Knowing my thoughts are fleeting.
This thought that's come to mind.
I'm feeling ok.
No cares in the world.
Cause I'm not missing you.
Thruth. Had a drink.
A toke & a snort.
Mellow as the fiddlers three.
Like a pirate walking the plank.
Who's mate's donated rum rations.
Danced a jig on the plank did he.
As along he jigged to the end.
I'm not walking the plank.
I'll be alive tomo. Mañana.
I've been happy for a brief moment.
A rest bite...
Writing this down.
Knowing my thoughts are fleeting.
This thought that's come to mind.
I'm feeling ok.
No cares in the world.
Cause I'm not missing you.
Thruth. Had a drink.
A toke & a snort.
Mellow as the fiddlers three.
Like a pirate walking the plank.
Who's mate's donated rum rations.
Danced a jig on the plank did he.
As along he jigged to the end.
I'm not walking the plank.
I'll be alive tomo. Mañana.
I've been happy for a brief moment.
A rest bite...
#grief
#hope
#LifeAsAWriter
#MovingOn
#sadness
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missjem56
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 7:39pm
27th Dec 2024 7:39pm
Tears Of A Snow Drop
The nimbostratus was unprepared
The snow it carried
Hadn't quite yet frozen fully
The snowflakes
Were getting restless
And started shuffling around
Within the cloud
Desperate to escape
So much so
One solitary snowflake
Was pushed out of the cloud
And began to slowly drift
Towards the frozen earth far below
About half way down
The sun
Shimmered, and danced
Through the heavy dark clouds
Directly onto the snowflake
Melted
And then became an icy teardrop
Falling eventually, into...
The snow it carried
Hadn't quite yet frozen fully
The snowflakes
Were getting restless
And started shuffling around
Within the cloud
Desperate to escape
So much so
One solitary snowflake
Was pushed out of the cloud
And began to slowly drift
Towards the frozen earth far below
About half way down
The sun
Shimmered, and danced
Through the heavy dark clouds
Directly onto the snowflake
Melted
And then became an icy teardrop
Falling eventually, into...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#sadness #snow
#sadness #snow
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missjem56
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 12:53pm
26th Dec 2024 12:53pm
What A Pen And Ink!
I prefer
writing in ink
As quick,
as i can think
Typing
on a keyboard
Is a big
no! no!
As my
typing
Is way
to slow!
by Jemia
writing in ink
As quick,
as i can think
Typing
on a keyboard
Is a big
no! no!
As my
typing
Is way
to slow!
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#WritingPoetry
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missjem56
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 3:57am
26th Dec 2024 3:57am
Hot Pants!
When
i
was
thirteen
I
tried
to
smoke
underwear!
To
much
knickerteen!
by Jemia
i
was
thirteen
I
tried
to
smoke
underwear!
To
much
knickerteen!
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical
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missjem56
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 8:44pm
25th Dec 2024 8:44pm
The Poetree Tree
Autumn:
Words fall
Like Autumn leaves
Now jaded, but no longer jade
But a tapestry
Of 'rusty' colours
Of a myriad fading shades
Winter:
The fallen leaves
Now brown, and rotten
Crushed underfoot
And soon forgotten
As naked trees
Neon shades lost
Bare arms reaching out
For her missing children
Spring:
The cold dark bleakness of winter
Is soon replaced
As the golden glow
Of the sun
Begins to warm
As nature is reborn
The tree has new children ...
Words fall
Like Autumn leaves
Now jaded, but no longer jade
But a tapestry
Of 'rusty' colours
Of a myriad fading shades
Winter:
The fallen leaves
Now brown, and rotten
Crushed underfoot
And soon forgotten
As naked trees
Neon shades lost
Bare arms reaching out
For her missing children
Spring:
The cold dark bleakness of winter
Is soon replaced
As the golden glow
Of the sun
Begins to warm
As nature is reborn
The tree has new children ...
#beauty
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature #trees
#nature #trees
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