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.
Stoney223
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:30pm
Yesterday 12:30pm
LIFE AS A WRITER
From the depth of my heart and soul that is were you will find me, the me that very few people truly know and that is the me that I am beneath the surface of my subconsciousness. For I am that shadow which hides beneath the deepness of my silent hurt and pain, along with the process of my love had and love lost along the way of trails and tribulations.
For I don't speak much about my life I had for it is definitely true I have been through so much within this world. For life for me wasn't the life I chose as it was dealt to me by someone else hands, for as in life we get serve with...
For I don't speak much about my life I had for it is definitely true I have been through so much within this world. For life for me wasn't the life I chose as it was dealt to me by someone else hands, for as in life we get serve with...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#HumanRights
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
17 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2020 9:24pm
3rd Aug 2020 9:24pm
Six Brief Pooms In Contemplation of the Inevitable (Coming Soon)
check out those crea
tive gesticulations. He
must be an artist.
or perhaps a broken clown
___________________________________________
the music has gone dead in his
mighty mighty soul. Remember all
the joy he gave? Well, ain't gonna be
giving any of that shit anymore.
___________________________________________
Terrible things can
happen when not paying heed.
Your child may even
die
__________________________________________
Oh teardrops. They've taken...
tive gesticulations. He
must be an artist.
or perhaps a broken clown
___________________________________________
the music has gone dead in his
mighty mighty soul. Remember all
the joy he gave? Well, ain't gonna be
giving any of that shit anymore.
___________________________________________
Terrible things can
happen when not paying heed.
Your child may even
die
__________________________________________
Oh teardrops. They've taken...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#water
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
42 reads
6 Comments
Lazy_Dead
.Julia.
.Julia.
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2020 4:43pm
2nd Aug 2020 4:43pm
Drowning in Ink
Visual Poem
#love
#heartbroken
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#hurt
50 reads
Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2020 12:12pm
2nd Aug 2020 12:12pm
Word of Mouth
I don't want to be your conversation
I've already heard you hatin'
hoping I give in to temptation
it's a must I protect my vibration
and don't flex for every situation
I should put you on probation
I am sharply intuitive and patient
My broken pencil never deserved my frustrations
I'll confess to you that
I am writing
the enclosed proposal
in a somewhat divided
frame of my brain
It's a sensational claim outsiders give me mixed feelings by me being an Empath they just want to use me to polish
up their rough...
I've already heard you hatin'
hoping I give in to temptation
it's a must I protect my vibration
and don't flex for every situation
I should put you on probation
I am sharply intuitive and patient
My broken pencil never deserved my frustrations
I'll confess to you that
I am writing
the enclosed proposal
in a somewhat divided
frame of my brain
It's a sensational claim outsiders give me mixed feelings by me being an Empath they just want to use me to polish
up their rough...
#narrative
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
68 reads
9 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
29th Jul 2020 10:04pm
29th Jul 2020 10:04pm
YOU NEED TO CHECK YOURSELF
They say that through time along the way you will encounter someone, who will do something out of order yet feel as though they haven't done anything wrong. For in there mind its your fault not mine then have the nerves, to tell you about what you need to correct about you. But on the same note they can tell you what is wrong with you, but not what is wrong with them but instead they can't see that there behavior is definitely a fact in your actions. For have you ever meet someone like this before and you stand there, looking at them asking yourself what the hell as your mind starts to play...
#LifeAsAWriter
#dialogue
#PowerOfWords
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
37 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
29th Jul 2020 2:16pm
29th Jul 2020 2:16pm
Paper Clips
I still make deposits at the bank sometimes
Deposit slip and check clipped together
After I hand the deposit to the teller
I put the paper clip back in my pocket
Thinking I'll need it another time and I'll have it
Truth is I forget I put it there almost immediately
Often the pants will get washed with the clip in my pocket
This could go on indefinitely
Till one day maybe a year later I discover the clip
Then if I'm home it goes back in the paper clip holder
If I'm out and about it goes back in my pocket
Truth of life
Life cycle ...
Deposit slip and check clipped together
After I hand the deposit to the teller
I put the paper clip back in my pocket
Thinking I'll need it another time and I'll have it
Truth is I forget I put it there almost immediately
Often the pants will get washed with the clip in my pocket
This could go on indefinitely
Till one day maybe a year later I discover the clip
Then if I'm home it goes back in the paper clip holder
If I'm out and about it goes back in my pocket
Truth of life
Life cycle ...
#LifeAsAWriter
46 reads
12 Comments
marina2020
Rain Woman
Rain Woman
Poem Published
28th Jul 2020 6:31am
28th Jul 2020 6:31am
I Don't Write
I don't write fantasy because I can never put those ideas into words
I don't write stories because I always blank on the endings
I don't write during the day because I get too distracted
I write my emotions because I feel them so deeply I fear I might explode if I don't get them out
I write poems because they don't need to make sense as long as they mean something to me
I write at night because I need the world to be silent for me to hear my own voice
I don't write stories because I always blank on the endings
I don't write during the day because I get too distracted
I write my emotions because I feel them so deeply I fear I might explode if I don't get them out
I write poems because they don't need to make sense as long as they mean something to me
I write at night because I need the world to be silent for me to hear my own voice
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#WritingPoetry
47 reads
5 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
27th Jul 2020 9:15pm
27th Jul 2020 9:15pm
Kensho in Still Life
In my experience, a painting is not made with colours and paint at all. I don’t know what a painting is; who knows what sets off even the desire to paint? It might be things, thoughts, a memory, sensations, which have nothing to do directly with painting itself. They can come from anything and anywhere, a trifle, some detail observed, wondered about, and.. the painting itself is not on a surface, but on a plane which is imagined. It moves in a mind. It is not there physically at all. It is an illusion, a piece of magic, so what you see is not what you see.. It’s a long, long preparation for a...
#LifeAsAWriter
#freedom
#consumerism
#art
#culture
88 reads
4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
27th Jul 2020 8:00pm
27th Jul 2020 8:00pm
Hous'rest & other Claims To Glory / GreatCommunications 88:62
Out of the "institution" on house arrest.
Man, that last "rehab" joint was pathetic.
I really thoughthinking "the end".
(Still beginning of the end.)
I'm okay if i stay in the moment.
Otherwise pure psychic sufferation.
My daughter my daughter my dear Dead daughter
is always in the corner of my mind to remind me she's gone
forever.
I crave forever's peace and nothingness.
But too much the coward to go over
) yet (
Man, that last "rehab" joint was pathetic.
I really thoughthinking "the end".
(Still beginning of the end.)
I'm okay if i stay in the moment.
Otherwise pure psychic sufferation.
My daughter my daughter my dear Dead daughter
is always in the corner of my mind to remind me she's gone
forever.
I crave forever's peace and nothingness.
But too much the coward to go over
) yet (
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals
#LifeCycle
#prison
35 reads
4 Comments
24601
John Brady
John Brady
Poem Published
27th Jul 2020 1:43am
27th Jul 2020 1:43am
Sold
there’s strangers
with familiar faces
on the back of this coin
shifting rigidly between
thumb and finger
we spin like that
sometimes
you and I
hellish as the day
is old
where I feel it
I really feel
godless city lights
tattooing their mercy
over praying hands
because you’ve told me
a thousand times
I’m dust bowls
in a dry land
waiting to be filled
with blank space
endless as words are low
...
with familiar faces
on the back of this coin
shifting rigidly between
thumb and finger
we spin like that
sometimes
you and I
hellish as the day
is old
where I feel it
I really feel
godless city lights
tattooing their mercy
over praying hands
because you’ve told me
a thousand times
I’m dust bowls
in a dry land
waiting to be filled
with blank space
endless as words are low
...
#LifeAsAWriter
60 reads
3 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
26th Jul 2020 4:30am
26th Jul 2020 4:30am
my next poom writ all accidental-like
sadly, badly, mad !
An imaginary world.
No reality.
Time heals no thing, except the smallest of
abrasions.
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2020dkzk
An imaginary world.
No reality.
Time heals no thing, except the smallest of
abrasions.
dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd
2020dkzk
#forgiveness
#ghosts
#LifeAsAWriter
#TimeHeals
#tragedy
30 reads
1 Comment
Jermainesplain
Poem Published
26th Jul 2020 4:02am
26th Jul 2020 4:02am
Rape Sells
I tried to sell
A volume of poetry
To a certain publishing house
A few months back
I met with a representative
Who claimed her name was Darcey
She had an immense forehead
And bad Botox on her lips
She claimed she liked some of my stuff
The more visceral poems
But didn’t fully believe the rest
She didn’t trust my youthful erection at my mother’s funeral
Or the sex I had with vague consent
She told me, “look... Rape sells- but Jermaine, you are not a rapist, and we both know it”
...
A volume of poetry
To a certain publishing house
A few months back
I met with a representative
Who claimed her name was Darcey
She had an immense forehead
And bad Botox on her lips
She claimed she liked some of my stuff
The more visceral poems
But didn’t fully believe the rest
She didn’t trust my youthful erection at my mother’s funeral
Or the sex I had with vague consent
She told me, “look... Rape sells- but Jermaine, you are not a rapist, and we both know it”
...
#abuse
#MeToo
#LifeAsAWriter
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove
57 reads
0 Comments
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