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.
jemac
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:25pm
Yesterday 11:25pm
Words
funny how some
become curious
about your thoughts spilled
but not about who you really are
like they don't realize
curiosity kills
become curious
about your thoughts spilled
but not about who you really are
like they don't realize
curiosity kills
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2021 4:19pm
23rd Oct 2021 4:19pm
Sing Me Songs
In my dreams as a child, with the stairs to the twilight. Feeling, the Sandman close my eyes, a shadow, at the window. Whispering and echoing a sneeze from the catacombs of the cat's eyes. But mom was always there to whisper, "Simple Simon met a pieman." Then kissed me goodnight. As the Chimney Sweep played in soot at my foot, and webs felt like home. Boris and Natasha sang me a song.
It was never the same when my dreams became a reality. The twilight spoonfeeds me ghosts as I pulled the sheet over my head. Mom was no longer there. Just a thimble and chair. And her old...
It was never the same when my dreams became a reality. The twilight spoonfeeds me ghosts as I pulled the sheet over my head. Mom was no longer there. Just a thimble and chair. And her old...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
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4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Turpin
Turpin
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2021 10:52am
23rd Oct 2021 10:52am
How I Write Poems
I Clarity
We start with the subject meeting object, via verb.
The man walked down the street.
So long as he walks down that street,
we have a place from which to start.
Let's set his toes alight.
II Imagery
Now that we've got clarity,
let's carry on with imagery.
How does the man walk down the street?
Like a clown on its way to a crisis centre?
Sharp-suited, with painted grin,
but haunted, hollow eyes?
What does the street look like?
I'm picturing a British one,
with concrete kerb
and...
We start with the subject meeting object, via verb.
The man walked down the street.
So long as he walks down that street,
we have a place from which to start.
Let's set his toes alight.
II Imagery
Now that we've got clarity,
let's carry on with imagery.
How does the man walk down the street?
Like a clown on its way to a crisis centre?
Sharp-suited, with painted grin,
but haunted, hollow eyes?
What does the street look like?
I'm picturing a British one,
with concrete kerb
and...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #art
#WritingPoetry #art
34 reads
3 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2021 9:17pm
22nd Oct 2021 9:17pm
Perhaps
Perhaps
One day
I'll be found
Lying on my bed
With pen in hand
Having just written
And created
A tapestry
Of beautiful verse.......
by Jemia
One day
I'll be found
Lying on my bed
With pen in hand
Having just written
And created
A tapestry
Of beautiful verse.......
by Jemia
#hope
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
38 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2021 12:31pm
22nd Oct 2021 12:31pm
Sink, Or Swim
Looking for something
That you've already found
Blinded by realities, bitter-sweet taste
Skirting around the edges
But wary of the depth
You're loath, to venture in
A castaway, forever beached
A thought lost in infinities
Vast myriads of confusion
Pure, yet unrefined
Lost innocence
Abandoned, on the seas of doubt
That flood, reluctant thoughts
A moment to ponder.....
by Jemia
That you've already found
Blinded by realities, bitter-sweet taste
Skirting around the edges
But wary of the depth
You're loath, to venture in
A castaway, forever beached
A thought lost in infinities
Vast myriads of confusion
Pure, yet unrefined
Lost innocence
Abandoned, on the seas of doubt
That flood, reluctant thoughts
A moment to ponder.....
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#choices
22 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2021 6:25am
22nd Oct 2021 6:25am
A Scribner’s Tale
A Scribner’s Tale
Brooke says, “John when you told me about those bitches from the previous agency who took the belt to you I cried for you. Just thinking of what that tough leather on your soft bottom must have felt like made me wince. John, know that I will never try to force you into a career mold by brute force.”
“Like their namesake flower, those belladonnas enticed me with beauty whose touch was poison.”
“What drove them to such cruel measures?”
“They felt like I discredited their program by turning down their job offers which were pathetic for a college grad...
Brooke says, “John when you told me about those bitches from the previous agency who took the belt to you I cried for you. Just thinking of what that tough leather on your soft bottom must have felt like made me wince. John, know that I will never try to force you into a career mold by brute force.”
“Like their namesake flower, those belladonnas enticed me with beauty whose touch was poison.”
“What drove them to such cruel measures?”
“They felt like I discredited their program by turning down their job offers which were pathetic for a college grad...
#love
#erotic
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#sensual
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4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2021 1:20am
22nd Oct 2021 1:20am
The Angry Deep
Just off the coast of Belgium
Through roaring seas we sailed
Riding the crest of titanic waves
Our progress was curtailed
Whilst our hearts pounded, in gaping mouths
Our mobile island, dipped deep in the water
Whilst mermaidian sirens of the deep
Tried to lure us to, a watery slaughter
Each time we plummeted downwards
Screams of terror, came from the graveyard ocean bed
Seemingly awaiting, we soldiers of the sea
Where lay the sightless, eternally weeping dead
The cargo now loose, and listingly
Lost its...
Through roaring seas we sailed
Riding the crest of titanic waves
Our progress was curtailed
Whilst our hearts pounded, in gaping mouths
Our mobile island, dipped deep in the water
Whilst mermaidian sirens of the deep
Tried to lure us to, a watery slaughter
Each time we plummeted downwards
Screams of terror, came from the graveyard ocean bed
Seemingly awaiting, we soldiers of the sea
Where lay the sightless, eternally weeping dead
The cargo now loose, and listingly
Lost its...
#LifeStruggles
#sea
#scary #LifeAsAWriter
#scary #LifeAsAWriter
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1 Comment
jemac
Poem Published
21st Oct 2021 7:41pm
21st Oct 2021 7:41pm
Fallen
I see you
in all your splendor
freshly painted
upon the earth
dust and lace
in all your splendor
freshly painted
upon the earth
dust and lace
#fall
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
81 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 11:20pm
20th Oct 2021 11:20pm
Knot Tidy
It's somewhat ironic
That i'm quite good
At unravelling
Quite complicated knots
And solving puzzles
Both physical, and theoretical
Yet i seem unable
To tidy up my flat
And that Irony
isn't a theme
I can opt for
by Jemia
That i'm quite good
At unravelling
Quite complicated knots
And solving puzzles
Both physical, and theoretical
Yet i seem unable
To tidy up my flat
And that Irony
isn't a theme
I can opt for
by Jemia
#identity
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
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javalini
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 11:08pm
20th Oct 2021 11:08pm
CONJURE THE MUSE
muse don't like
no quitter
baby -- no --
she likes ink and angst and sweat
likes stupid words and paper wadded,
spilling out the can
likes to see her bitches work
looking for words they can't find
and finding all the wrong ones
and thinking goddamn i ain't no writer, i ain't no poet
yet there you sit typing
walking that lonely road
and wishing you were smarter and better and had more talent
and damn, mama, what the fuck am i doing
wasting my time pretending i'm something i'm not ...
no quitter
baby -- no --
she likes ink and angst and sweat
likes stupid words and paper wadded,
spilling out the can
likes to see her bitches work
looking for words they can't find
and finding all the wrong ones
and thinking goddamn i ain't no writer, i ain't no poet
yet there you sit typing
walking that lonely road
and wishing you were smarter and better and had more talent
and damn, mama, what the fuck am i doing
wasting my time pretending i'm something i'm not ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
42 reads
4 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
19th Oct 2021 8:12am
19th Oct 2021 8:12am
Dot , Dot...And A Thought
the idea to crush a poem
into a stream of
verbiage
can be likened
to condensing a soul
down a waterfall
akin to Mercury
heavily weighted
mercurial
always seeking to sink...sink
to the bottom of
things
thus the poet inquires internally
eternally
"am I there yet?"
into a stream of
verbiage
can be likened
to condensing a soul
down a waterfall
akin to Mercury
heavily weighted
mercurial
always seeking to sink...sink
to the bottom of
things
thus the poet inquires internally
eternally
"am I there yet?"
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
82 reads
1 Comment
RiAN
Poem Published
18th Oct 2021 7:07am
18th Oct 2021 7:07am
Finding Pandora
I thought I saw you in the ice crystals today
folding frost upon the earth
ignited jade halo
rustic ripples
woven tiger eyes
there in the haze
your sacrosanct voice
began to speak
living language
languished
imprints
prosaic
panthera
tigres
inscribed
in your palms
the arching arc
artisan
rubescent
robe
glows
dawn
ever
present
folding frost upon the earth
ignited jade halo
rustic ripples
woven tiger eyes
there in the haze
your sacrosanct voice
began to speak
living language
languished
imprints
prosaic
panthera
tigres
inscribed
in your palms
the arching arc
artisan
rubescent
robe
glows
dawn
ever
present
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
64 reads
3 Comments
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