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.
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
Today 11:41am
Today 11:41am
Let's get f**ked up and leave this town
Something about thinly veiled references
Bridges burning
down
under oceans
Come back someday
or don't come at all
How can you return anyway
when the last thing said
"hope to never see you again"
Resonates cuts deep
besides
done enough time in that penal colony
to last thirty life sentences
The deal was all or nothing
Guess nothing it is then
nowhere boy what's your plan
This mind want stop wandering
Riga
Stockholm
Barcelona heard they like to...
Bridges burning
down
under oceans
Come back someday
or don't come at all
How can you return anyway
when the last thing said
"hope to never see you again"
Resonates cuts deep
besides
done enough time in that penal colony
to last thirty life sentences
The deal was all or nothing
Guess nothing it is then
nowhere boy what's your plan
This mind want stop wandering
Riga
Stockholm
Barcelona heard they like to...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#travel #healing
#travel #healing
14 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2019 1:46pm
22nd Jun 2019 1:46pm
Late Night Automat
Too many years to count
Had passed
But there she was
In a late night automat
(isn’t that how it always starts)
Looking like a painting
Cracked by too much light
As she sipped her coffee
We talked all night
In the ways of strangers
Reacquainting, each hoping
The other understood
What they missed before.
She was a late-night loner
Too caffeinated to see
Beyond her lipstick-stained mug
And me, I needed to feel warm
“So, what do you do now”
She asked nonchalantly ...
Had passed
But there she was
In a late night automat
(isn’t that how it always starts)
Looking like a painting
Cracked by too much light
As she sipped her coffee
We talked all night
In the ways of strangers
Reacquainting, each hoping
The other understood
What they missed before.
She was a late-night loner
Too caffeinated to see
Beyond her lipstick-stained mug
And me, I needed to feel warm
“So, what do you do now”
She asked nonchalantly ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
55 reads
15 Comments
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2019 7:13am
22nd Jun 2019 7:13am
The wondering wanderer
The wondering wanderer...
Willfully wasting time
all the time.
Just waiting
For what?
For who?
For how long?
Must stay strong
no matter what.
face it
fearlessly
forever..
-
I'm zoning,
deeply droning..
In and out of all time and space,
my face never to be seen just feel me float away through this dream,
another member of this
cosmic machine..
Searching for a place
so serene and empty..
endlessly extraordinary.
Nothing left to prove
Nothing left to say
I'm...
Willfully wasting time
all the time.
Just waiting
For what?
For who?
For how long?
Must stay strong
no matter what.
face it
fearlessly
forever..
-
I'm zoning,
deeply droning..
In and out of all time and space,
my face never to be seen just feel me float away through this dream,
another member of this
cosmic machine..
Searching for a place
so serene and empty..
endlessly extraordinary.
Nothing left to prove
Nothing left to say
I'm...
#universe
#marijuana
#LifeAsAWriter #SelfReflection
#LifeAsAWriter #SelfReflection
26 reads
6 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2019 2:11am
22nd Jun 2019 2:11am
clever, but dull, I'm afraid ..
and if samuel johnson was to
write 'lives of the poets' today he'd be
hard pushed to find
something of interest to say ..
write 'lives of the poets' today he'd be
hard pushed to find
something of interest to say ..
#LifeAsAWriter
37 reads
11 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
21st Jun 2019 6:13pm
21st Jun 2019 6:13pm
Lay your head sweet trooper
It's ok a voice said
(who's, not mine)
rest your head don't fight this
lay down in slumber
safe within
it's ok you fought hard
you battled long into the night
the beacon you lit burns bright
(i can't fall down, again)
trust then
everything will be fine
the tools you need
have always been and always are
there
(i can't get back up not from this)
let go then
float a while
take what you need
leave the rest to chance
(i am lost, gone, cold alone)
...
(who's, not mine)
rest your head don't fight this
lay down in slumber
safe within
it's ok you fought hard
you battled long into the night
the beacon you lit burns bright
(i can't fall down, again)
trust then
everything will be fine
the tools you need
have always been and always are
there
(i can't get back up not from this)
let go then
float a while
take what you need
leave the rest to chance
(i am lost, gone, cold alone)
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#acceptance
#emptiness
22 reads
2 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
21st Jun 2019 10:10am
21st Jun 2019 10:10am
Coffee and cigarettes
for breakfast
what the doctor ordered
after all foods lost its appeal
the desire to have bitter ash
from the ashtray more appealing
than cooking what once was tasty
nourishing
wholesome
healing
The sweet savouring of juicy fruits
now replaced
traded
exchanged
endless drags and smoke haze
Brew another
so as to not dehydrate
shot nerves
like some war veteran
jumping from the skin
when the door knocks
car doors slam
Threat of eviction looming
cash
tight...
what the doctor ordered
after all foods lost its appeal
the desire to have bitter ash
from the ashtray more appealing
than cooking what once was tasty
nourishing
wholesome
healing
The sweet savouring of juicy fruits
now replaced
traded
exchanged
endless drags and smoke haze
Brew another
so as to not dehydrate
shot nerves
like some war veteran
jumping from the skin
when the door knocks
car doors slam
Threat of eviction looming
cash
tight...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
25 reads
2 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
21st Jun 2019 1:24am
21st Jun 2019 1:24am
Presently ....
sometimes she looks back
trying to find her old self
that garnered strength from within
before life and what she thought
was love started tearing her asunder
over and over
how she always seemed to be
surrounded by those who demanded
things from her
time, love, money, patience, always
expecting her to fill their cups
ridiculing her if she didn't
she had to tear herself away from
all of that
self preservation had become
her only friend
she lost a lot in the separating
she is...
trying to find her old self
that garnered strength from within
before life and what she thought
was love started tearing her asunder
over and over
how she always seemed to be
surrounded by those who demanded
things from her
time, love, money, patience, always
expecting her to fill their cups
ridiculing her if she didn't
she had to tear herself away from
all of that
self preservation had become
her only friend
she lost a lot in the separating
she is...
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
45 reads
10 Comments
Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
20th Jun 2019 3:27pm
20th Jun 2019 3:27pm
TWO MYSTERIOUS CAVES
TWO MYSTERIOUS CAVES
A cave so deep and dark is seen in front.
A spot of light shows me the other end.
That end is large, but distance makes it small.
How can l pass that length to know that light?
Deep darkness casts its gloom on right and left.
It makes a man not sure of scaring steps.
I yearn to step as light needs serious walk
to reach and know the truth of that far gate.
So long l've seen inside my heart that spot.
I know it is a purpose in myself.
It is the only light so far and vague
but it contains...
A cave so deep and dark is seen in front.
A spot of light shows me the other end.
That end is large, but distance makes it small.
How can l pass that length to know that light?
Deep darkness casts its gloom on right and left.
It makes a man not sure of scaring steps.
I yearn to step as light needs serious walk
to reach and know the truth of that far gate.
So long l've seen inside my heart that spot.
I know it is a purpose in myself.
It is the only light so far and vague
but it contains...
#LifeAsAWriter
17 reads
0 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
20th Jun 2019 9:17am
20th Jun 2019 9:17am
The Accidental Poet - - -for the What You Say Comp
Been writing poetry since teenage
Teenage angst mostly depressing
Some comedic the darkest humour
Never showed anyone, just for me
Waited until I was fifty, much time wasted
Caught the bug of performance poetry
Ex-actor in rep, prize-wining performances
Always wondered if my work was good enough
In Edinburgh poetry scene built up a fan base
People telling me my stuff was publishable
Searching for a home on the internet
Members of two poetry sites not so good
saw a link by pure accident just trawling the net ...
Teenage angst mostly depressing
Some comedic the darkest humour
Never showed anyone, just for me
Waited until I was fifty, much time wasted
Caught the bug of performance poetry
Ex-actor in rep, prize-wining performances
Always wondered if my work was good enough
In Edinburgh poetry scene built up a fan base
People telling me my stuff was publishable
Searching for a home on the internet
Members of two poetry sites not so good
saw a link by pure accident just trawling the net ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#CallToAction
#WritingPoetry
52 reads
23 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
19th Jun 2019 2:19pm
19th Jun 2019 2:19pm
Time is running out
I walk on egg shells, I got no carriage,
And I wait to see if you are Spanish,
Or Norwegian, or maybe,
You come from Japan; I await to see.
If that is the case and my future is in my hands,
I will love always and I will give you my thanks,
Because if destiny exists, there is a Princess
And true love, truly is, priceless.
I have tried my best; it’s time to confess,
That these are my words, my words for her
And love is my passion, with no guaranteed satisfaction,
But if I had things all my own way,
Baggy jeans...
And I wait to see if you are Spanish,
Or Norwegian, or maybe,
You come from Japan; I await to see.
If that is the case and my future is in my hands,
I will love always and I will give you my thanks,
Because if destiny exists, there is a Princess
And true love, truly is, priceless.
I have tried my best; it’s time to confess,
That these are my words, my words for her
And love is my passion, with no guaranteed satisfaction,
But if I had things all my own way,
Baggy jeans...
#love
#death
#lover
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
23 reads
0 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
19th Jun 2019 8:13am
19th Jun 2019 8:13am
Skating Delirium
Those black cracks
again
out the periphery
vision blurs
into stone thrown ripples across water
shimmering desert mirage
on a gleaming mirrored surface
pacing
agitated as if some caged beast
wanting out
sleep an elusive mistress
coming for an hour when the sun's up
when she comes
just a restless dance
deprivation
Black nights
rabbits skate the streets
dancing squirrels tap dancing in and out of darkness
pardon the...
again
out the periphery
vision blurs
into stone thrown ripples across water
shimmering desert mirage
on a gleaming mirrored surface
pacing
agitated as if some caged beast
wanting out
sleep an elusive mistress
coming for an hour when the sun's up
when she comes
just a restless dance
deprivation
Black nights
rabbits skate the streets
dancing squirrels tap dancing in and out of darkness
pardon the...
#LifeAsAWriter
27 reads
2 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
19th Jun 2019 6:17am
19th Jun 2019 6:17am
Been known to take pint glasses home
The night started walking west
down the road to the street kitchen
because fuck it hungry
all that was left was a mince pie
a loaf of bread that's ok
got tomatoes and cheese back home
Coffee?
Please thanks luv
drinking lidl ciders sitting on some monuments step chain smoking
people watching
because fuck it skint
Walking round town what to do?
some guy asks for a smoke or a light ...
down the road to the street kitchen
because fuck it hungry
all that was left was a mince pie
a loaf of bread that's ok
got tomatoes and cheese back home
Coffee?
Please thanks luv
drinking lidl ciders sitting on some monuments step chain smoking
people watching
because fuck it skint
Walking round town what to do?
some guy asks for a smoke or a light ...
#LifeAsAWriter
32 reads
0 Comments
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