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.
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A rose, in the hands of God, lays her fate
As seasons cease not shake and shape
Those are Nature creed, obey and not berate
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't debate.
Pains that affect the heart, we do feel once
As deep they might dig, the pleasure is immense
Time when slow to meet a wish, the ache intense
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't make sense.
A rhymer lays bare the fine music of verse
Mother nature would fill a heart and wounds nurse
Uphold Beauty and in the wonders of poetry the soul immerse
Wisdom, in a blessed...
As seasons cease not shake and shape
Those are Nature creed, obey and not berate
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't debate.
Pains that affect the heart, we do feel once
As deep they might dig, the pleasure is immense
Time when slow to meet a wish, the ache intense
God's wisdom, vain minds couldn't make sense.
A rhymer lays bare the fine music of verse
Mother nature would fill a heart and wounds nurse
Uphold Beauty and in the wonders of poetry the soul immerse
Wisdom, in a blessed...
#admiration
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#wisdom
#WritingPoetry
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Periodic Table of Arguments
Oxygen, a fiery little redhead with a southern drawl, tapped her foot impatiently.
"Hydro, honey, you're fixin' to make a fool out of yourself. Carbon is obviously gonna choose me. We make water together, darlin'. Everybody needs water. It's the lifeblood of everything!"
Hydrogen, Oxygen's nervous little sister with a squeaky voice, wrung her hands.
"You're so bossy!" Whispering loudly. "So grabby! You hog all the electrons! I offer Carbon a nice, even share. Think of all the cool stuff we can build together – hydrocarbons, the...
"Hydro, honey, you're fixin' to make a fool out of yourself. Carbon is obviously gonna choose me. We make water together, darlin'. Everybody needs water. It's the lifeblood of everything!"
Hydrogen, Oxygen's nervous little sister with a squeaky voice, wrung her hands.
"You're so bossy!" Whispering loudly. "So grabby! You hog all the electrons! I offer Carbon a nice, even share. Think of all the cool stuff we can build together – hydrocarbons, the...
#earth
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature
#universe
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My Time
I want to be me again,
To dance in the street, no
shame, no end, Who cares if
anyone's watching?
This is my moment, my joy,
my trend.
I long to hike alone, Just me,
the sky, the earth, the unknown,
The fresh air whispers my name,
As I embrace the peace
I’ve never known.
So close the door, don’t try to follow,
This is my time, my heart's
hollow— Filling now with laughter,
with light, With moments that
make everything right.
I’ll visit Austin, feel the carnival glow,
Let the...
To dance in the street, no
shame, no end, Who cares if
anyone's watching?
This is my moment, my joy,
my trend.
I long to hike alone, Just me,
the sky, the earth, the unknown,
The fresh air whispers my name,
As I embrace the peace
I’ve never known.
So close the door, don’t try to follow,
This is my time, my heart's
hollow— Filling now with laughter,
with light, With moments that
make everything right.
I’ll visit Austin, feel the carnival glow,
Let the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
#WritingPoetry
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Shin-rin Yoku Too!
Sun bathing
One tends to get a nice tan
To much sun
One goes lobster!
Shin-rin Yoku (tree bathing)
I spent to long under the leaves
And turned green!
this experience
Left me feeling jaded!
by Jemia
One tends to get a nice tan
To much sun
One goes lobster!
Shin-rin Yoku (tree bathing)
I spent to long under the leaves
And turned green!
this experience
Left me feeling jaded!
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature #trees
#nature #trees
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Insomnia
I toss and turn, restless in the dark, Counting sheep, but none will leave their mark. Midnight comes through halls so quiet, wondering if I locked all the doors, my mind won't be still.
Everyone's asleep, but I remain, A lonely ghost just existing. I lay in bed, thoughts of my plants, Their growth, their leaves—usually my trance.
But tonight, the silence can't ease my mind, Nothing's wrong, no troubles to find. No worries plague my sleepless state, Just an empty stillness.
The dishes are clean, the house in place, Yet I wander, lost in endless space. First to...
Everyone's asleep, but I remain, A lonely ghost just existing. I lay in bed, thoughts of my plants, Their growth, their leaves—usually my trance.
But tonight, the silence can't ease my mind, Nothing's wrong, no troubles to find. No worries plague my sleepless state, Just an empty stillness.
The dishes are clean, the house in place, Yet I wander, lost in endless space. First to...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Awash With Chocolate!
Sat
upon
my
shelf
Tinned
chocolate
custard
I
could
bathe
in
it!
by Jemia
upon
my
shelf
Tinned
chocolate
custard
I
could
bathe
in
it!
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#love #passion
#love #passion
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Poetry SNOBS ...
Ink must flow in lines,
metered, measured, high-minded
else it is not art.
They sneer at free verse,
counting feet like prison bars,
locking out the wild.
Rhyme too clean? Too trite.
Rhyme too loose? Unrefined slop.
Gold melts in their hands.
Ancient names they quote,
wielding rules like brittle swords
paper cuts still sting.
Silence when they read,
hushed as if the gods had penned
what they claim to own.
Yet wind speaks in gusts,
rivers carve new paths through stone ...
metered, measured, high-minded
else it is not art.
They sneer at free verse,
counting feet like prison bars,
locking out the wild.
Rhyme too clean? Too trite.
Rhyme too loose? Unrefined slop.
Gold melts in their hands.
Ancient names they quote,
wielding rules like brittle swords
paper cuts still sting.
Silence when they read,
hushed as if the gods had penned
what they claim to own.
Yet wind speaks in gusts,
rivers carve new paths through stone ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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A Bit Player In A Wayward Dream
I sometimes wonder
Whether
I'm just a figment
Of someone else's imagination
A non-existence
A bit player, in a wayward dream
I'm only real
Because the dramer perceives me as real
Therefore, i'm left questioning my own existence
Living within another surreality
Perhaps i'm a fairy
That believes in humans
But sees them as alien creatures
My ethereal escape
With wings
To float on the breezes
Thus avoiding the tempestuous storms
That lurk within the teacups of doubt
Of the nightmarish...
Whether
I'm just a figment
Of someone else's imagination
A non-existence
A bit player, in a wayward dream
I'm only real
Because the dramer perceives me as real
Therefore, i'm left questioning my own existence
Living within another surreality
Perhaps i'm a fairy
That believes in humans
But sees them as alien creatures
My ethereal escape
With wings
To float on the breezes
Thus avoiding the tempestuous storms
That lurk within the teacups of doubt
Of the nightmarish...
#dreams
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #philosophical
#LifeCycle #philosophical
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Lady Godiva Composed
On the radio
this morning
They spoke of
a composer
Who'd composed.
a piece of work
For a tenor
"Blimey!"
thought i
"They should of
come to me
I would of done it
for a fiver!"
(feeling composed....)
by Jemia
this morning
They spoke of
a composer
Who'd composed.
a piece of work
For a tenor
"Blimey!"
thought i
"They should of
come to me
I would of done it
for a fiver!"
(feeling composed....)
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#music #PowerOfWords
#music #PowerOfWords
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The Soft Whispers Of Ms. Singer’s Imagination
She is my sexy creative SuperEgo, yes you heard what I said
Her form waiting for my sultry imagination, tonight, I will allow her to be donned in white lace and red
My soft and caring hands outlining, the patterns of gentle perfection
A silent incantation whispered to give spiritual credence to the person who would wear such a beautiful brazen, attire
Mm.. to inflame any Hebrew King’s loins of desire
Spiritual enlighten from the depth of my melanin context your soul shall receive
Angel wings of divine intellectual seduction ...
Her form waiting for my sultry imagination, tonight, I will allow her to be donned in white lace and red
My soft and caring hands outlining, the patterns of gentle perfection
A silent incantation whispered to give spiritual credence to the person who would wear such a beautiful brazen, attire
Mm.. to inflame any Hebrew King’s loins of desire
Spiritual enlighten from the depth of my melanin context your soul shall receive
Angel wings of divine intellectual seduction ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#spiritual #wisdom
#spiritual #wisdom
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X Axed
Ironic
That the letter X
As the first letter
Is hardly x-rated
It's use now
Seems a little dated
Xanadu, and xylophone
No longer alone
Could easily begin with an S
And x-ray, and x-rated
Soon to be ex-rated
Without excess
Now the ex x
by Jemia
That the letter X
As the first letter
Is hardly x-rated
It's use now
Seems a little dated
Xanadu, and xylophone
No longer alone
Could easily begin with an S
And x-ray, and x-rated
Soon to be ex-rated
Without excess
Now the ex x
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#philosophical #PowerOfWords
#philosophical #PowerOfWords
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Not Dead Yet!
Today, on the last day of January, about 15 minutes ago
I felt my heart begin to slow
After palpitations, and much sweat
And lots of retching, but not finished yet
Taken aspirin, and bisoprolol heart meds
Asi sit here upon my (death) bed
Ever aware of my mortal coil
Awaiting my time beneath the soil
Had the same, only worse
Was my christmay day morning curse
I hope can understand, and clearly see
Why i didn't want to spend 'This' day at A&E
So i took my chances, and stayed in my flat
Then fell asleep, where...
I felt my heart begin to slow
After palpitations, and much sweat
And lots of retching, but not finished yet
Taken aspirin, and bisoprolol heart meds
Asi sit here upon my (death) bed
Ever aware of my mortal coil
Awaiting my time beneath the soil
Had the same, only worse
Was my christmay day morning curse
I hope can understand, and clearly see
Why i didn't want to spend 'This' day at A&E
So i took my chances, and stayed in my flat
Then fell asleep, where...
#illness
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles #philosophical
#LifeStruggles #philosophical
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