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.
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
Today 4:14pm
Today 4:14pm
He Shook Her World
The time he shook her world the day snow fell,
For she was yet to learn his language, spun.
And it was her first time under its spell
Of silent drifts that muted out the sun.
For she was drama borne on crested waves.
The time he shook her world the day snow fell,
He sought to claim the native of the caves
As if to see her risen from a shell.
He heard the siren’s words & knew them well
Upon the ocean wind of lyrics sown.
The time he shook her world the day snow fell,
Would either be for love or lover flown. ...
For she was yet to learn his language, spun.
And it was her first time under its spell
Of silent drifts that muted out the sun.
For she was drama borne on crested waves.
The time he shook her world the day snow fell,
He sought to claim the native of the caves
As if to see her risen from a shell.
He heard the siren’s words & knew them well
Upon the ocean wind of lyrics sown.
The time he shook her world the day snow fell,
Would either be for love or lover flown. ...
#love
#lover
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
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10 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
Today 1:45pm
Today 1:45pm
Poet's Workshop
A poetry idea sits waiting in my workshop.
Marking some initial lines with a carpenter’s pencil
I chain-saw the first cuts of a rough shape,
pillar-drill for deeper meaning
and tap some stanzas into position
always with an eye on planing the soundscape.
Aided by Axminster, Metabo, Ryobi, Festool
and my father’s old hand-tools
there are phrases to be filed
words to be shaped with sharp chisels
and grammar to be screwed in, one quarter-turn at a time.
If the whole thing somehow doesn’t look right
I get out the angle-grinder. ...
Marking some initial lines with a carpenter’s pencil
I chain-saw the first cuts of a rough shape,
pillar-drill for deeper meaning
and tap some stanzas into position
always with an eye on planing the soundscape.
Aided by Axminster, Metabo, Ryobi, Festool
and my father’s old hand-tools
there are phrases to be filed
words to be shaped with sharp chisels
and grammar to be screwed in, one quarter-turn at a time.
If the whole thing somehow doesn’t look right
I get out the angle-grinder. ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
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15 Comments
heyycyanides
Meg Nakarai
Meg Nakarai
Poem Published
Today 1:08am
Today 1:08am
To my internet (ex)boyfriend
Sweet doubting thing,
I remember you saying
how you picture us meeting in person,
at a bar, and how fun that would be.
I recalled typing "haha" when I want to say so much more,
and now we don't talk anymore.
I should've said "Come a little closer,
there's a certain radiance in your lips
and I like the way it burns." but I didn't. I am sorry.
You'll never guess how often I daydream
feeling your teeth on my skin,
my shoulder in your mouth.
You have to know that you are not
just a college experiment,
or a...
I remember you saying
how you picture us meeting in person,
at a bar, and how fun that would be.
I recalled typing "haha" when I want to say so much more,
and now we don't talk anymore.
I should've said "Come a little closer,
there's a certain radiance in your lips
and I like the way it burns." but I didn't. I am sorry.
You'll never guess how often I daydream
feeling your teeth on my skin,
my shoulder in your mouth.
You have to know that you are not
just a college experiment,
or a...
#LifeAsAWriter
33 reads
5 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:24am
Yesterday 8:24am
Eternal
This quiet storm, my blinding light,
has never stopped its rage,
Since I began a maiden flight
Upon the written page.
Forever cleaved a heart & mind,
To sacrifice my tears,
In pieces always hard to find
For all the sleepless years.
And comes a day upon due course,
I’ll turn aside my pen.
Its voice still clear, but I’ll be hoarse,
And rest when I’ve a yen.
I shan’t imagine when it’s time,
I’ll have a little weep.
The final words to set in rhyme,
Then catch up on my sleep.
...
has never stopped its rage,
Since I began a maiden flight
Upon the written page.
Forever cleaved a heart & mind,
To sacrifice my tears,
In pieces always hard to find
For all the sleepless years.
And comes a day upon due course,
I’ll turn aside my pen.
Its voice still clear, but I’ll be hoarse,
And rest when I’ve a yen.
I shan’t imagine when it’s time,
I’ll have a little weep.
The final words to set in rhyme,
Then catch up on my sleep.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#insomnia
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#NaPoWriMo2019
52 reads
18 Comments
Lothbrok
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 9:14am
21st Apr 2019 9:14am
To unleash pestilence.
It's all become oh so synthetic
The waves of idiotic subterfuge
strain my relationship with everyone
A pestilence of pathetics
Cope with smouldering attitudes
Let it be known the actions are copacetic
prophetic thoughts of olden few
Pose with aspirations of righteousness
Just to justify your argument
The arrogance of articulates is nothing new
Sound the alarm it's Death upon us
Pantomiming misery to a blank canvas
It's from the apogee when I take my leap
Because the greatest achievement
we've come up with ...
The waves of idiotic subterfuge
strain my relationship with everyone
A pestilence of pathetics
Cope with smouldering attitudes
Let it be known the actions are copacetic
prophetic thoughts of olden few
Pose with aspirations of righteousness
Just to justify your argument
The arrogance of articulates is nothing new
Sound the alarm it's Death upon us
Pantomiming misery to a blank canvas
It's from the apogee when I take my leap
Because the greatest achievement
we've come up with ...
#anger
#hate
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#humankind
35 reads
2 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 6:48am
21st Apr 2019 6:48am
Good Good Friday
I just did it, I just took that
First drink after 40 days and
I’ve got to tell you, it’s even
Sweeter than I remember
In fact, I suggest all you
Alcoholics take a break every
Once in a while, I don’t know
About 40 days, but a week,
Maybe two
This is my transition from
Alcoholic poet to health and
Lifestyle guru because after
40 days, I know what it’s
like to be a recovering addict
and now I’m going to annoy
all of you
I’m watching my favorite
Writer talk about his new
Book and trying to...
First drink after 40 days and
I’ve got to tell you, it’s even
Sweeter than I remember
In fact, I suggest all you
Alcoholics take a break every
Once in a while, I don’t know
About 40 days, but a week,
Maybe two
This is my transition from
Alcoholic poet to health and
Lifestyle guru because after
40 days, I know what it’s
like to be a recovering addict
and now I’m going to annoy
all of you
I’m watching my favorite
Writer talk about his new
Book and trying to...
#Easter
#alcohol
#LifeAsAWriter
#FeelingTrapped
#SelfWorth
24 reads
0 Comments
Inkerpoet
Poem Published
20th Apr 2019 9:16pm
20th Apr 2019 9:16pm
these black birds of heaven
Oh mother I've made you
a mad woman.
Oh father them daisies
smell like your flesh.
Oh Chicago I do not
miss you the least.
Oh love pisses on the
carpet of my mind.
Oh death dangles worms
in my dreams of darkness.
Oh mama old age has
gotten hold of your bones.
Oh daddy allow me to
love you more now.
Oh sweet life don't you
see me, trying to drop
my balls upon you,
for so long I've been
mama's good little boy.
Oh Emily Dickinson;
you in your room
and me in mine,
what would our love ...
a mad woman.
Oh father them daisies
smell like your flesh.
Oh Chicago I do not
miss you the least.
Oh love pisses on the
carpet of my mind.
Oh death dangles worms
in my dreams of darkness.
Oh mama old age has
gotten hold of your bones.
Oh daddy allow me to
love you more now.
Oh sweet life don't you
see me, trying to drop
my balls upon you,
for so long I've been
mama's good little boy.
Oh Emily Dickinson;
you in your room
and me in mine,
what would our love ...
#sadness
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
28 reads
6 Comments
Amorous_tryst
Poem Published
20th Apr 2019 8:55pm
20th Apr 2019 8:55pm
Damn Bunnies
Saturday 2:00 pm phone call
oldest grandson, girl friend and two buddies
last minute trip to granny's for Easter
courtesy of bored college week-end.
arriving in 5 hours by car
No problem, come on up
plenty of sleeping room
Sunday afternoon to my
sister's for Easter Egg hunt
and family get-together
hide some crap sitting out
in the closets and basement
kitchen I cleaned earlier (thank goodness)
grab the vac, chase the dog hair
around on the carpet, as the dog
chases the vac
Now for...
oldest grandson, girl friend and two buddies
last minute trip to granny's for Easter
courtesy of bored college week-end.
arriving in 5 hours by car
No problem, come on up
plenty of sleeping room
Sunday afternoon to my
sister's for Easter Egg hunt
and family get-together
hide some crap sitting out
in the closets and basement
kitchen I cleaned earlier (thank goodness)
grab the vac, chase the dog hair
around on the carpet, as the dog
chases the vac
Now for...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2019
42 reads
17 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
19th Apr 2019 7:30pm
19th Apr 2019 7:30pm
Wonder Worm
Faster than a speedy limerick
stronger than a sympathetic ode
sharper than any haiku;
is it a tweet?
is it a sonnet?
is it a overlong epic about personal sex life that no one asked for?
No! Its wonder worm:
a melding of worm, thesaurus and radioactive slug bite
with all the power to write words faster than anyone can say,
able to pen a piece on a prompt
before others have even started to put their thinking caps on.
Mild mannered worm by day,
but a change of glasses later they become
Super worm by night,
patrolling the...
stronger than a sympathetic ode
sharper than any haiku;
is it a tweet?
is it a sonnet?
is it a overlong epic about personal sex life that no one asked for?
No! Its wonder worm:
a melding of worm, thesaurus and radioactive slug bite
with all the power to write words faster than anyone can say,
able to pen a piece on a prompt
before others have even started to put their thinking caps on.
Mild mannered worm by day,
but a change of glasses later they become
Super worm by night,
patrolling the...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2019
23 reads
3 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
18th Apr 2019 5:59pm
18th Apr 2019 5:59pm
A quick speech
What more words could be said,
after all has been written:
placed down for all to see
to wonder and gaze upon the majesties,
from all those that stuck with it
who saw it through
no matter what life threw at them
and overcoming each day's writer's block
to smash on through to the end,
here is to you wonderful writers,
cheers.
after all has been written:
placed down for all to see
to wonder and gaze upon the majesties,
from all those that stuck with it
who saw it through
no matter what life threw at them
and overcoming each day's writer's block
to smash on through to the end,
here is to you wonderful writers,
cheers.
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#NaPoWriMo2019
20 reads
1 Comment
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
16th Apr 2019 3:11am
16th Apr 2019 3:11am
Freckles: Notes of an Online Journal
Freckles”
Whenever I finish a poem,
I’m amazed, bewildered
so I vicariously,
hardly phased, want to
pull on my hair, even
yank it out when I
read what I’d just done,
that’s not fair.
But my father
always said
“Life is not fair”
and left it at that.
What is it that makes me;
what was it this time...
not enough rhyme?
The peasant blouse I wore,
that had to be it:
with hand-stitching
of birds and blossoms
across the
entice of a bosom’s
seasonal rite?
...
Whenever I finish a poem,
I’m amazed, bewildered
so I vicariously,
hardly phased, want to
pull on my hair, even
yank it out when I
read what I’d just done,
that’s not fair.
But my father
always said
“Life is not fair”
and left it at that.
What is it that makes me;
what was it this time...
not enough rhyme?
The peasant blouse I wore,
that had to be it:
with hand-stitching
of birds and blossoms
across the
entice of a bosom’s
seasonal rite?
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#nostalgia
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2019
32 reads
8 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
15th Apr 2019 6:32am
15th Apr 2019 6:32am
Restless Heart
seeking for the balance
time designated to love
and knowing when to put my life on hold
obligation without consultation
of all the things that are beyond control
making time to dream again
priorities quantified accordingly
trying to authenticate inspiration at a moments notice
striking at all the wrong times
I revisit a thought and regurgitate the words
but they never speak the same way I hear them
my restless heart is tossing and turning inside of my chest
learning to find the right way to make use of every beat
I ration...
time designated to love
and knowing when to put my life on hold
obligation without consultation
of all the things that are beyond control
making time to dream again
priorities quantified accordingly
trying to authenticate inspiration at a moments notice
striking at all the wrong times
I revisit a thought and regurgitate the words
but they never speak the same way I hear them
my restless heart is tossing and turning inside of my chest
learning to find the right way to make use of every beat
I ration...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#TimeHeals
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
31 reads
2 Comments
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