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.
again
Poem Published
Today 2:49am
Today 2:49am
COME BELIEVE ME
I was SOMETHING
then
I became nothing
now as I have shed
all my dreams
I have become
a THING
now isn't it or that
another
something
then
I became nothing
now as I have shed
all my dreams
I have become
a THING
now isn't it or that
another
something
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
ANATNOM_GNIREFFUS
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:23pm
Yesterday 6:23pm
Deep breaths
It's easy, easy to get by
Thinking proverbs on the side
And pushing forward positive
Depositing the negative
By screaming your head off in the car
Writing down pain at the bar
Rather than to broil in your rage
And risk embodying all that hate
Thinking proverbs on the side
And pushing forward positive
Depositing the negative
By screaming your head off in the car
Writing down pain at the bar
Rather than to broil in your rage
And risk embodying all that hate
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
7 reads
2 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:00pm
Yesterday 5:00pm
Verbal Exposures
I write pictures with my words
Like paint to canvas
One moment inspired
The next a feeling of a dead cliche
Yet it is only when I am noticed
That I even hear what it is I say
I put my heart on broken display
In the script of poetics and vain word play
Bleeding beauty from madness
In vulnerabilities flay
I develop dialogues with self
In the dark room of my thoughts
Every word I speak
The utterances of verbal snapshots
The page is a place where even pain is beautiful
As we tend to the garden
...
Like paint to canvas
One moment inspired
The next a feeling of a dead cliche
Yet it is only when I am noticed
That I even hear what it is I say
I put my heart on broken display
In the script of poetics and vain word play
Bleeding beauty from madness
In vulnerabilities flay
I develop dialogues with self
In the dark room of my thoughts
Every word I speak
The utterances of verbal snapshots
The page is a place where even pain is beautiful
As we tend to the garden
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
9 reads
0 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:29pm
Yesterday 3:29pm
More than a muse
Is writing like your favourite pet?
keep it warm in each typeset
let it be the font that you select
A luxury, the indulgent need
the window's of a soul exposed
the oak grows tall, from the acorns seed
Loves carvings on the bark
the knife that cut outlines of heart
flint arrows, each line composed
The line that's drawn, on the archers bow
is it, the life coach, that helps you grow.
Sinew, stretched taught in each elbow
Vanities catgut tight, across the...
keep it warm in each typeset
let it be the font that you select
A luxury, the indulgent need
the window's of a soul exposed
the oak grows tall, from the acorns seed
Loves carvings on the bark
the knife that cut outlines of heart
flint arrows, each line composed
The line that's drawn, on the archers bow
is it, the life coach, that helps you grow.
Sinew, stretched taught in each elbow
Vanities catgut tight, across the...
#LifeAsAWriter
8 reads
2 Comments
Absence
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:23am
Yesterday 10:23am
The Art
Thoughts
Poetic inspiration
Naked
Bare yet full of beautiful expression
Soft and supple
Love and wanting
Desiring to be touched
Appreciated
Then Skillfully used Passionately
Quill
Naked
Rises to the Occasion
Hard yet inviting
Strong and skilled
Lustful and needing to pontificate
Ready
Willing and Able
To craft
To appreciate
To use her Passionately
Upon this canvas
Here
We embrace
We embark on this odyssey
Where with each Stroke
Of the pen ...
Poetic inspiration
Naked
Bare yet full of beautiful expression
Soft and supple
Love and wanting
Desiring to be touched
Appreciated
Then Skillfully used Passionately
Quill
Naked
Rises to the Occasion
Hard yet inviting
Strong and skilled
Lustful and needing to pontificate
Ready
Willing and Able
To craft
To appreciate
To use her Passionately
Upon this canvas
Here
We embrace
We embark on this odyssey
Where with each Stroke
Of the pen ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#passion
29 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
27th Jul 2021 9:21am
27th Jul 2021 9:21am
Far Out
I realized
again -
that
I didn’t know what day it was.
And
That I don’t much care.
Time
is
not mine.
I write everyday.
I once wrote -
1200 words in 5 minutes.
(By hand.)
Whatever that means.
Sometimes/most times
I stir myself up,
crash into myself,
As though
Invading the underworld,
like the I Ching
spoke of,
long ago.
I think
I bend
so far
& not
break.
It is
far
out.
again -
that
I didn’t know what day it was.
And
That I don’t much care.
Time
is
not mine.
I write everyday.
I once wrote -
1200 words in 5 minutes.
(By hand.)
Whatever that means.
Sometimes/most times
I stir myself up,
crash into myself,
As though
Invading the underworld,
like the I Ching
spoke of,
long ago.
I think
I bend
so far
& not
break.
It is
far
out.
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#passion
25 reads
4 Comments
Mastersensation
Pent
Pent
Poem Published
26th Jul 2021 3:29pm
26th Jul 2021 3:29pm
Words With Powers Too
The wretched one wasn't sated
Suffering fed him best
I coughed up blood, and bile
Frantic, he pumped my chest
The generous One was stunned
Broke the lone embrace
His gentle hand reached down
Wiping spittle from my face
I slowly regained my speech
Lying prone, misunderstood
"You proffered me his book,
Said, this man is not good!"
They stood in stubborn stances
Took measure of their foe
"You granted him new life,
I was willing to let him go!"
Understanding donned
I...
Suffering fed him best
I coughed up blood, and bile
Frantic, he pumped my chest
The generous One was stunned
Broke the lone embrace
His gentle hand reached down
Wiping spittle from my face
I slowly regained my speech
Lying prone, misunderstood
"You proffered me his book,
Said, this man is not good!"
They stood in stubborn stances
Took measure of their foe
"You granted him new life,
I was willing to let him go!"
Understanding donned
I...
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#choices
21 reads
0 Comments
Spanker
Poem Published
26th Jul 2021 1:40am
26th Jul 2021 1:40am
It Must Be That Time
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
24 reads
0 Comments
Ms_SweetPea
Poem Published
25th Jul 2021 00:20am
25th Jul 2021 00:20am
Poe' tically Speaking
Scurry around grasping at straws
The poet seeks to show you more
More of herself revealing her core
Just a peek, just a peek,
Beyond that closed door
A wounded heart a long lost love
Yet words fail they aren't enough
They fail to understand her stuff
Lost to them, lost to them
Metaphorically to rough
Her meter is off, clumsy they say
Grammartical errors rule her day
Spelling mistakes get in the way
Great attempt, great attempt
The poem is Ok
Seeing her poem through their eyes
For readers will...
The poet seeks to show you more
More of herself revealing her core
Just a peek, just a peek,
Beyond that closed door
A wounded heart a long lost love
Yet words fail they aren't enough
They fail to understand her stuff
Lost to them, lost to them
Metaphorically to rough
Her meter is off, clumsy they say
Grammartical errors rule her day
Spelling mistakes get in the way
Great attempt, great attempt
The poem is Ok
Seeing her poem through their eyes
For readers will...
#hope
#inspirational
#rhyming #LifeAsAWriter
#rhyming #LifeAsAWriter
26 reads
2 Comments
takis1917
Bumped 24th Jul 2021 8:40pm
7th Dec 2017 2:04pm
7th Dec 2017 2:04pm
Recitation
Footnote at the top.
The two lines of the poem quoted in this piece, are from the poem "The Deadly Solitude Of Alexis Aslanis" by Greek poet Dionysis Savvopoulos. (English rendering, mine)
Started his recitation confidently.
He knew the poem well
knew it by heart...
A blend of the political and the personal
- collective defeat
individual search for meaning
and a touching appeal to love's redemptive potential -
One of his favorites
never performed before
at the political memorials he frequented. ...
The two lines of the poem quoted in this piece, are from the poem "The Deadly Solitude Of Alexis Aslanis" by Greek poet Dionysis Savvopoulos. (English rendering, mine)
Started his recitation confidently.
He knew the poem well
knew it by heart...
A blend of the political and the personal
- collective defeat
individual search for meaning
and a touching appeal to love's redemptive potential -
One of his favorites
never performed before
at the political memorials he frequented. ...
#love
#romantic
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#UnrequitedLove
646 reads
10 Comments
Ignoramus
Poem Published
24th Jul 2021 8:28am
24th Jul 2021 8:28am
THE SOUL OF THESE WORKS IS SYNTHESIZED IN THESE THOUGHTS
Despite how immense are
the doors of glory
through them can’t fit small men.
A Genius without critics, is as
devoid as a circus
without clowns.
Poetry is the sun of my spirit,
from her, it receives all of it’s light.
I don’t have friends without defects nor
enemies without virtues.
Who marries the Truth,
procreates giant ideas.
My nation is that where I find
a man ran over.
The Genius is a madness,
the mediocre, many madnesses.
God doesn’t exist,...
the doors of glory
through them can’t fit small men.
A Genius without critics, is as
devoid as a circus
without clowns.
Poetry is the sun of my spirit,
from her, it receives all of it’s light.
I don’t have friends without defects nor
enemies without virtues.
Who marries the Truth,
procreates giant ideas.
My nation is that where I find
a man ran over.
The Genius is a madness,
the mediocre, many madnesses.
God doesn’t exist,...
#God
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
17 reads
1 Comment
Mastersensation
Pent
Pent
Poem Published
24th Jul 2021 3:00am
24th Jul 2021 3:00am
Words Have Powers
I got an ominous vibe
Didn't remember who they knew
Some souped up car in the garage
An eerie shade of blackish-blue
I felt like an intruder
Ducking to descend the basement steps
Various weapons adorned the walls
Strangers stood in the shadowy depths
I moderated my consumption
Needed a level head
A fistful of pills was offered
Yellow, white, black, and red
Refusing felt like a mistake
Looked around for a familiar face
Only strangers filed into the room
It was a dark, and shrinking space
...
Didn't remember who they knew
Some souped up car in the garage
An eerie shade of blackish-blue
I felt like an intruder
Ducking to descend the basement steps
Various weapons adorned the walls
Strangers stood in the shadowy depths
I moderated my consumption
Needed a level head
A fistful of pills was offered
Yellow, white, black, and red
Refusing felt like a mistake
Looked around for a familiar face
Only strangers filed into the room
It was a dark, and shrinking space
...
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#choices
24 reads
4 Comments
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