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.
Late night insight
Some say I'm incorrigible,
ill-disciplined, hypocritical
and a bad example.
Others call it
Revenge Bedtime Procrastination.
Whichever you believe, it's true;
I'm largely unable (or unwilling)
to go to bed.
When responsibilities of the day
and of work and family life
fall away;
when everyone is asleep
and the house is silent,
I reclaim my solitude
and find that
night time is a creative time.
Without distractions,
the words line up more pleasingly.
Without noise,
musical...
ill-disciplined, hypocritical
and a bad example.
Others call it
Revenge Bedtime Procrastination.
Whichever you believe, it's true;
I'm largely unable (or unwilling)
to go to bed.
When responsibilities of the day
and of work and family life
fall away;
when everyone is asleep
and the house is silent,
I reclaim my solitude
and find that
night time is a creative time.
Without distractions,
the words line up more pleasingly.
Without noise,
musical...
#night
#music
#LifeAsAWriter #art
#LifeAsAWriter #art
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and at the death
pointless as a surrealist saying he’s misunderstood is an old bloke in the pub thinking, oh god, I really meant to be good ..
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#art
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the difference between prospective and perspective is all in how you look at it
ballerina costumes could be skimpier
but for opera singers probably not
naked rhythmic gymnastics
would be more fun than just watching
ribbons fluttering
but naked Shot Put
not so much
staring at the back of the limo driver's head
is way better
Than staring at the neck of the guy who drives the crosstown bus
and watching Salma Hayak bending down to pick up whatever she just dropped (front or back)
is more entertaining than watching any guy you know (or I have ever known)
doing whatever he does best
...
but for opera singers probably not
naked rhythmic gymnastics
would be more fun than just watching
ribbons fluttering
but naked Shot Put
not so much
staring at the back of the limo driver's head
is way better
Than staring at the neck of the guy who drives the crosstown bus
and watching Salma Hayak bending down to pick up whatever she just dropped (front or back)
is more entertaining than watching any guy you know (or I have ever known)
doing whatever he does best
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
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poetry doesn’t need you
yet you take
and take
and
take
pulling at words
as if they were
grapes on
the stem
what if
the stem
is a spine
your spine
does it
sustain
does it scorch
your throat
with the agony
that makes
such honeyed
wine
and take
and
take
pulling at words
as if they were
grapes on
the stem
what if
the stem
is a spine
your spine
does it
sustain
does it scorch
your throat
with the agony
that makes
such honeyed
wine
#LifeAsAWriter
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A Life On The Waves
Today
I waved
At a Moroccan lady
Or
A lady in Morocco
She however
Didn't wave back
But this was due
Largely
Because
She couldn't see me
I thought
She was on facetime
So i was waving
At a phone
How we laughed.....
by Jemia
I waved
At a Moroccan lady
Or
A lady in Morocco
She however
Didn't wave back
But this was due
Largely
Because
She couldn't see me
I thought
She was on facetime
So i was waving
At a phone
How we laughed.....
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#confusion
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Glory
My heavy crown of prickly thorns
Has my spirit withered and torn
Worn down and habitually weary
Logically angry over emotionally teary
As the tyranny seems to be on the rise
I'm keeping my head up and eyes on the prize
Hoping that there's no disguise of the hereafter
Thinking, poeting and surmising the final chapter
Has my spirit withered and torn
Worn down and habitually weary
Logically angry over emotionally teary
As the tyranny seems to be on the rise
I'm keeping my head up and eyes on the prize
Hoping that there's no disguise of the hereafter
Thinking, poeting and surmising the final chapter
#death
#LifeStruggles
#heaven
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Failure
I once met
Someone called Failure
They followed me
Where-ever i went
They showed no remorse
For my losses
For my destruction
They seemed Hell bent
Yet
I'm still here
Failure, failed
by Jemia
Someone called Failure
They followed me
Where-ever i went
They showed no remorse
For my losses
For my destruction
They seemed Hell bent
Yet
I'm still here
Failure, failed
by Jemia
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
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The Chocolate Life Model
as a treat after life modelling tonight, i decided to have a 2 course meal! for my main course i had a chocolate Wispa bar, and for dessert i had a chocolate twirl! which kind of makes me a twirly gurl that wispas! although i'm not made of chocolate, the consequences could be dire for Jemia, i'd get home, and would constantly find bits of me eaten off! and could literally melt in the heat! and my demise could be when i go to a festival full of hungry peeps with the munchies! and perversely, i'd be forever tempted to eat myself, a person made of chocolate version of masturbation? who knows,...
#food
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter #surreal
#LifeAsAWriter #surreal
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Harley
he rests peacefully
harnessed by the light of day
dancing in his sleep
harnessed by the light of day
dancing in his sleep
#love
#dogs
#LifeAsAWriter
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WHAT YOU THINK
Have you heard that the time doesn't stand still as you spend it alone in silence, yet it's a beautiful moment to cherish and try to get a better understanding of how to get around. The hustle and turmoil of the world with it's illusions that catures the attention of the deepness,. That reaches beneath the process of being able to see the real hard truth through your own eyes. For have you ever been somewhere in your thoughts and suddenly lose all senses of time, and the only thing that truly matters is peace of tranquility within the chambers of your mind dreams. Yet it's necessary to remove...
#LifeAsAWriter
#dialogue
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Trusting Thomas
The God of your verses is one you can hear,
walking through the Welsh country
of thatch and chimney pots and gorse.
He’s invisible, as eternal as whatever is,
as lonely as the flea-ridden horse
being pet by a group of brothers
while dad fixes the car on the hard shoulder,
one hot summer day some twenty years ago.
Even through the haze of what you always loathed:
refrigerators, washers, tech - your voice
and God stand strange and utterly alone by choice.
If reading is to find a mind more original
than yours, you were as much a prophet...
walking through the Welsh country
of thatch and chimney pots and gorse.
He’s invisible, as eternal as whatever is,
as lonely as the flea-ridden horse
being pet by a group of brothers
while dad fixes the car on the hard shoulder,
one hot summer day some twenty years ago.
Even through the haze of what you always loathed:
refrigerators, washers, tech - your voice
and God stand strange and utterly alone by choice.
If reading is to find a mind more original
than yours, you were as much a prophet...
#religion
#Christian
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
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Penpal collaboration part 2
It's early hours in the morning
let's go with the number two
everything else I thought was boring
so I decided to put on a cartoon
I guess Henry's got to be horrid
I have a cup of tea and Terry's chocolate orange
Thinking about our collab I did hold back
but I can easily forget
who's stressing out my stepdad
There's two episodes especially I love
when watching Cabinet of Curiosities
That would be Lot 36 and Graveyard Rats
I just had a feeling that skeleton would have
jolted forward and tried to grab
a hold of its...
let's go with the number two
everything else I thought was boring
so I decided to put on a cartoon
I guess Henry's got to be horrid
I have a cup of tea and Terry's chocolate orange
Thinking about our collab I did hold back
but I can easily forget
who's stressing out my stepdad
There's two episodes especially I love
when watching Cabinet of Curiosities
That would be Lot 36 and Graveyard Rats
I just had a feeling that skeleton would have
jolted forward and tried to grab
a hold of its...
#FreeVerse
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #collaboration
#WritingPoetry #collaboration
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