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.
THE DEPTH OF YOUR SPIRIT
From the very beginning of time itself we each are a spiritual soul, from the start of our birth into the world, searching within the realms of the unknown for our true self. our inner spirit. That transcends our animal spirit, through our mind grabbing at the subconsciousness of our awakening, that has been buried way to long hiding beneath the surface. Just waiting to be release as the who and what our ancestors from the past, have been speaking about since the beginning of time. For no matter what heavenly creature you transform into you are a creation of nature. But yet as we become...
#identity
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
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I think you’ll find I am not a spill, Sir
Listen
I’m over the ‘s’ word
implying only
that these lines
were accidents
that this poem flowed
with purpose and grace,
filtering itself until pure
there’s no river here;
not even a damn pond
I don’t pour majestically
from babbling brooks of dreams,
paddling half-heartedly
in the shallow pools of cynicism
neither should I be compared
to dry rice
milk
a loose shit
on the way out—
I want my words
to strike the Earth
like a wet lamb ...
I’m over the ‘s’ word
implying only
that these lines
were accidents
that this poem flowed
with purpose and grace,
filtering itself until pure
there’s no river here;
not even a damn pond
I don’t pour majestically
from babbling brooks of dreams,
paddling half-heartedly
in the shallow pools of cynicism
neither should I be compared
to dry rice
milk
a loose shit
on the way out—
I want my words
to strike the Earth
like a wet lamb ...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#frustration
#WritingPoetry
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To Poetry and Beyond
I could string precise words together to tell a story or make lines look neat and pretty
I can take you from the thoughts in your mind to another location within mine
I can draw a line in ink for you to follow with ease
I can piece together a profound poignant vocabulary to create a bright mosaic of sound
Or I could rhyme to the rhythm of your heart with art to impart
I can present life lessons or simple truths as tiny wrapped gifts to share
I have the ability to maintain your attention for a literary mile and make it worthwhile
But alas, none of these...
I can take you from the thoughts in your mind to another location within mine
I can draw a line in ink for you to follow with ease
I can piece together a profound poignant vocabulary to create a bright mosaic of sound
Or I could rhyme to the rhythm of your heart with art to impart
I can present life lessons or simple truths as tiny wrapped gifts to share
I have the ability to maintain your attention for a literary mile and make it worthwhile
But alas, none of these...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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Burger King Wrappers
In all my years as a poet screaming obscenities. Often pissing up a rope and rolling in shit. Listening to some cockamamie idiot named Poe and his
fucking depravity. Jiminy Cricket is corn fed. The Jetsons live on a damn space ship. While I am stuck in a single-wide trailer licking Burger King wrappers. With a free membership to DUP. It just ain't fair.
fucking depravity. Jiminy Cricket is corn fed. The Jetsons live on a damn space ship. While I am stuck in a single-wide trailer licking Burger King wrappers. With a free membership to DUP. It just ain't fair.
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
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“Lyrical” ... A Poem written By Big Virge 11/8/2020
So It’s Pretty CLEAR That I ...
Am A LYRICAL Guy ... !!!
Because My Rhyme Style DEFINES ... !!!
Poetic Designs That Are BRIGHT Light SUNSHINE ...
Or The ... SHARPEST of Minds ... !!!
Because They Fly HIGH ...
Like Eagles In The Sky ... !!!
That Show Graceful Arrays ...
of ... Wordplay Displays ...
That Amaze Like USAIN ... !!!
Because of The Ways ...
They Run When My Brain ...
EXPLODES With Word Drops ...
That Are Hotter Than HOT ... !!!!!
That Maintain Lyricism ...
That’s Thoughtfully Written...
Am A LYRICAL Guy ... !!!
Because My Rhyme Style DEFINES ... !!!
Poetic Designs That Are BRIGHT Light SUNSHINE ...
Or The ... SHARPEST of Minds ... !!!
Because They Fly HIGH ...
Like Eagles In The Sky ... !!!
That Show Graceful Arrays ...
of ... Wordplay Displays ...
That Amaze Like USAIN ... !!!
Because of The Ways ...
They Run When My Brain ...
EXPLODES With Word Drops ...
That Are Hotter Than HOT ... !!!!!
That Maintain Lyricism ...
That’s Thoughtfully Written...
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#art
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8's
I'm beginning my days
Half asleep
Somewhere down deep
But not trapped in a daze
Oh no I gaze
So slow
into the minds game
No guilt no pain
No more hopes
The last of joys withered blades
I turn to face what's left
Watch as I fade away
Sacred I stare into abyss
It felt as if I wasn't missed
But passion I swear happens
Said I was locked in a kiss
And my spirit flies
Between time with angled eyes
And I meet the world at my grave
While here and well
in my comfy comforter...
Half asleep
Somewhere down deep
But not trapped in a daze
Oh no I gaze
So slow
into the minds game
No guilt no pain
No more hopes
The last of joys withered blades
I turn to face what's left
Watch as I fade away
Sacred I stare into abyss
It felt as if I wasn't missed
But passion I swear happens
Said I was locked in a kiss
And my spirit flies
Between time with angled eyes
And I meet the world at my grave
While here and well
in my comfy comforter...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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POOLSIDE APOCALYPTO (8-29-2010, 2:00pm, Palm Springs, California)
what more to do
with words
seems little point
to even ponder
now
let go
somehow
the old familiar
inner call
i sense
feel and hear
still alive
still astir inside
alert within
this temporal mask
of outer shell
i only think
i am
wherein resides
the deeper truth
of spirit
guided being
now triggered
here again
within the subtle
whispering song
of early falls
cool desert breeze
rushing through
these slithering tongues
of...
with words
seems little point
to even ponder
now
let go
somehow
the old familiar
inner call
i sense
feel and hear
still alive
still astir inside
alert within
this temporal mask
of outer shell
i only think
i am
wherein resides
the deeper truth
of spirit
guided being
now triggered
here again
within the subtle
whispering song
of early falls
cool desert breeze
rushing through
these slithering tongues
of...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#reading
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SILENT SCREAMING (4-18-1990, North Park, San Diego, California)
without a car
i drive
that stretch
of my twisted
imagination
to a place
just far enough
away
where i
can see
more clearly
the nightmare
edges
of my lifes
unfulfilled
unrequited
incomplete
broken dreams
as i park
my grievous hearts
dying embers
in the darkness
right next to
this smoldering
ghost heap
of all my
lingering
vanquished hopes
its flickering
sparks
so dim now
yet still
they haunt
my way enough
that no one
other...
i drive
that stretch
of my twisted
imagination
to a place
just far enough
away
where i
can see
more clearly
the nightmare
edges
of my lifes
unfulfilled
unrequited
incomplete
broken dreams
as i park
my grievous hearts
dying embers
in the darkness
right next to
this smoldering
ghost heap
of all my
lingering
vanquished hopes
its flickering
sparks
so dim now
yet still
they haunt
my way enough
that no one
other...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #passion
#PowerOfWords #passion
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I Know I'm Alive
I Know I'm Alive...
I know I'm alive, I must be?
I can see beauty all around me
It's in the sky,the grass, the trees
It's also beautiful under the sea...
I know I'm alive, so trust me!
I can see the sparkle in your eyes
You shine brighter than a nuclear atom
With a smile that makes people high...
I know I'm alive, so entrust me
You can rely on me with your life
Whatever you need me to do for you
I'll do as if your my wife...
I know I'm alive, if not bust me!
Explain how I feel how I feel? ...
I know I'm alive, I must be?
I can see beauty all around me
It's in the sky,the grass, the trees
It's also beautiful under the sea...
I know I'm alive, so trust me!
I can see the sparkle in your eyes
You shine brighter than a nuclear atom
With a smile that makes people high...
I know I'm alive, so entrust me
You can rely on me with your life
Whatever you need me to do for you
I'll do as if your my wife...
I know I'm alive, if not bust me!
Explain how I feel how I feel? ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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Fraud
they call me a poet
but i can’t take credit
for something not created
words get into my head
unfiltered through ego
transmit down spine via neurons to hand
electrons transform into muscular contractions
fingers moving pen slowly across page
emerging as something
others
call
poems
(C) 2021 Raibeart Bruis
but i can’t take credit
for something not created
words get into my head
unfiltered through ego
transmit down spine via neurons to hand
electrons transform into muscular contractions
fingers moving pen slowly across page
emerging as something
others
call
poems
(C) 2021 Raibeart Bruis
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
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This is a Brutal Place
The farthest thing from a safe space.
Where parasites and predators lay in wait.
Hoping every which way to catch young prey
with a rhyme, and wink, and lie, and a slink,
a threat, a shuck, a jive, a twitch, a back-track
a talk-trash, a bold bravado, all from the comfort
of dark rooms with no windows, even if a million
windows spring from the imagination of a dirty
pack of silly willy and scary Avatars that come
and go, come and go, come and go, ad nauseum.
Here, I offer you a tasty dish of snowflakes.
...
Where parasites and predators lay in wait.
Hoping every which way to catch young prey
with a rhyme, and wink, and lie, and a slink,
a threat, a shuck, a jive, a twitch, a back-track
a talk-trash, a bold bravado, all from the comfort
of dark rooms with no windows, even if a million
windows spring from the imagination of a dirty
pack of silly willy and scary Avatars that come
and go, come and go, come and go, ad nauseum.
Here, I offer you a tasty dish of snowflakes.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#freedom
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MORNING SILENCE WHEN IT RISES
As I silently walk across the sand leaving behind my footprints as I walk, aimlessly through the mist of the morning rising over the horizon. I stop to admire this piece of insightful beauty here before my eyes, as I inhale and exhale the freshness of the sea breeze filling my lungs with each stroke of the winds. Yet as I stare into the vision of the dead silence, that the morning silent brings with it comes an awakening feeling. As I become so intoxicated by the very thing that hypnotizes, me the most as it transcends through the stairway and gateways of my thoughts. For it is this kind of...
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#freedom
#meditation
#StreamOfConsciousness
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