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.
EdibleWords
Poem Published
Today 1:02am
Today 1:02am
YOPJ - Kitty Survives it All
Yeah, we put the cat in the toilet!" Exclaimed one boy.
"We tried to trap him in it but he jumped,out!" The other one explained.
"So at least you weren't killing him" I practically sighed the words out. I had just runhollering down the hall to save my favorite feral buddy and was still a little breathless with the rush of it all. "He really screamed at you. Are you a little nuts!? You could have been scratched."
Knowing the cat found the safety of an open window made me feel better. Too bad we didn't dry him off. I guess he had an interesting tongue bath. ...
"We tried to trap him in it but he jumped,out!" The other one explained.
"So at least you weren't killing him" I practically sighed the words out. I had just runhollering down the hall to save my favorite feral buddy and was still a little breathless with the rush of it all. "He really screamed at you. Are you a little nuts!? You could have been scratched."
Knowing the cat found the safety of an open window made me feel better. Too bad we didn't dry him off. I guess he had an interesting tongue bath. ...
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angelaball
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:57pm
Yesterday 11:57pm
Shh...
Can you be quiet? World
(I beg you...)
when I'm writing a poem
(or reading, or thinking...)
Can you just hold a minute
before knocking at my door?
Because I am waiting for
a beautiful voice from Heaven
to drop into my earthly bowl —
she is vigilant and shy
(like a wild creature in jungle )
so talented at evading me ；
but, Shh... (I promise)
once I capture her
I will turn back to you
and serve your needs
As I always do
(I beg you...)
when I'm writing a poem
(or reading, or thinking...)
Can you just hold a minute
before knocking at my door?
Because I am waiting for
a beautiful voice from Heaven
to drop into my earthly bowl —
she is vigilant and shy
(like a wild creature in jungle )
so talented at evading me ；
but, Shh... (I promise)
once I capture her
I will turn back to you
and serve your needs
As I always do
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sunsettown
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:15pm
Yesterday 9:15pm
the sound of poetry
no, no, no
just sit back for a while
release these muscles in your palm
softly
let go of the mouse pad and keyboard,
listen
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fa8WrXILles
can you hear?
inhale,
wherever you are
until only you is left in that place
think,
for a moment,
don't let go
and just ask, why?
why are you here?
why are your fingers twitching,
the commands from your cortex,
screaming to scroll these pages?
what are you searching?
or who are you...
just sit back for a while
release these muscles in your palm
softly
let go of the mouse pad and keyboard,
listen
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fa8WrXILles
can you hear?
inhale,
wherever you are
until only you is left in that place
think,
for a moment,
don't let go
and just ask, why?
why are you here?
why are your fingers twitching,
the commands from your cortex,
screaming to scroll these pages?
what are you searching?
or who are you...
#LifeAsAWriter
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:36pm
Yesterday 7:36pm
No, Not the Tree! (Again, really!?)
My mouth opened to say something, but there she was, Blondie in Heaven; fingers crammed into multi colored plastic light covers. So happy. My resolve to correct her evaporated. Bad mommy, for sure. But she looked just like our Songbird, 15 years ago.
I shouldn't blame nostalgia. Can I blame being busy? Anything but the lazy mom award! Last night we made our wishes clear, over and over. And when Cinderella came out and saw what she was doing after I flaked and cheesed it into the bedroom.... she not only put an end to it, she pinned her drawing buddy to the couch. Man, that little...
I shouldn't blame nostalgia. Can I blame being busy? Anything but the lazy mom award! Last night we made our wishes clear, over and over. And when Cinderella came out and saw what she was doing after I flaked and cheesed it into the bedroom.... she not only put an end to it, she pinned her drawing buddy to the couch. Man, that little...
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the5thRiddler
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:14pm
Yesterday 7:14pm
Monday, 9th December 2019
It’s going in someone’s envelope
and that’s the Salvation Army Christmas card
That was sent through the post
on Wednesday 4th December
Glass bottle of Coca Cola drawn in the right hand side corner
and mistletoe all over the
“With Best Wishes” message inside
like man, I wish I could give you a hug
and next year I just might go cool
not really expose some in
a bad position, say 6ix9ine
claiming to be beat up crying wolf
The scene on the front of the card was apparently
painted by Eileen Godsave
and during her lifetime...
and that’s the Salvation Army Christmas card
That was sent through the post
on Wednesday 4th December
Glass bottle of Coca Cola drawn in the right hand side corner
and mistletoe all over the
“With Best Wishes” message inside
like man, I wish I could give you a hug
and next year I just might go cool
not really expose some in
a bad position, say 6ix9ine
claiming to be beat up crying wolf
The scene on the front of the card was apparently
painted by Eileen Godsave
and during her lifetime...
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:17am
Yesterday 6:17am
YOPJ - Perfect Isn't Easy
You are perfect, if you know it. I know this much about theology, at least. My husband is perfect for me.
It was 1999. Y2K was about to destroy civilization. (Plot spoiler, we survived!) My husband, a programmer who listened to Gary North on the radio, looked into the situation and became concerned enough to prepare for potential supply chain disruptions. It wasn't so much because it was a certainty, it was a drill for a very possible future scenario of economic upheaval. Some things aren't "if," they are "when" type questions about the accumulation of threats to our ways of life....
It was 1999. Y2K was about to destroy civilization. (Plot spoiler, we survived!) My husband, a programmer who listened to Gary North on the radio, looked into the situation and became concerned enough to prepare for potential supply chain disruptions. It wasn't so much because it was a certainty, it was a drill for a very possible future scenario of economic upheaval. Some things aren't "if," they are "when" type questions about the accumulation of threats to our ways of life....
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:54am
Yesterday 1:54am
Up Goes The Tree!
I just love our new tree!
Not only because it's proof this isn't House Scrooge, but because the neighbor pal who doubted us got to help. It was a whole family thing. I probably should be out there, but I love the muffled chatter of many happy people. It's a great background for Mary and I. She's teething on my iPad case while I write in the quiet master bedroom. A winter win-win!
And... It's beautiful! I wish I had 20 more little fake trees in here, I love trees so much. I have to live like a married family woman, though. Not an eccentric. Nobody has to tell me.
Not only because it's proof this isn't House Scrooge, but because the neighbor pal who doubted us got to help. It was a whole family thing. I probably should be out there, but I love the muffled chatter of many happy people. It's a great background for Mary and I. She's teething on my iPad case while I write in the quiet master bedroom. A winter win-win!
And... It's beautiful! I wish I had 20 more little fake trees in here, I love trees so much. I have to live like a married family woman, though. Not an eccentric. Nobody has to tell me.
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
8th Dec 2019 9:55pm
8th Dec 2019 9:55pm
I'm No Traditional Woman
Being raised by a "Martha Stewart" of hostesses does not a hostess make. I'm living proof. Maybe my dear auntie didn't get to me soon enough but that woman could cook and cater like no one else I knew and I lived with her during my formative teens. My mom was okay, too. Actually, mom is the one I take after in that way; but she didn't make herself. I'd really like to know who's fault it is, honestly, that I am no domestic goddess. I'm going to blame the Great Spirit. Gee, thanks, Dad!
But you can still be a mother, right? Apparently so! All it takes is a gay man in a...
But you can still be a mother, right? Apparently so! All it takes is a gay man in a...
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Hunterapsych
Poem Published
8th Dec 2019 8:44pm
8th Dec 2019 8:44pm
Chance to exist
The day drags on
but the light doesn't linger for long
it's never gone though
just drifting, lifting and igniting each soul
directing and guiding the whole Galaxy.
We should be grateful
for this chance to exist
it was us who popped up and out
into the world in an instant,
not necessarily chosen per se
but certainly blessed I believe
to have been granted the gift to exist
no matter how dark or dreary it gets
not every soul makes it here
not every soul lasts as long
as all the others,
which to me is one in the...
but the light doesn't linger for long
it's never gone though
just drifting, lifting and igniting each soul
directing and guiding the whole Galaxy.
We should be grateful
for this chance to exist
it was us who popped up and out
into the world in an instant,
not necessarily chosen per se
but certainly blessed I believe
to have been granted the gift to exist
no matter how dark or dreary it gets
not every soul makes it here
not every soul lasts as long
as all the others,
which to me is one in the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#humankind
#SelfReflection
#gratitude
#SelfDiscovery
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Hunterapsych
Poem Published
8th Dec 2019 8:18pm
8th Dec 2019 8:18pm
Slow process
Not as present on the pages recently
as I'd like to be,
it's one of those periods where not much
gets said or done..
just reflecting I suppose
questioning what I think I know
looking at all the ways in which
I need to grow,
it can certainly be a slow process
depending on how deep
you find yourself in despair or darkness.
as I'd like to be,
it's one of those periods where not much
gets said or done..
just reflecting I suppose
questioning what I think I know
looking at all the ways in which
I need to grow,
it can certainly be a slow process
depending on how deep
you find yourself in despair or darkness.
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #SelfReflection
#WritingPoetry #SelfReflection
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
7th Dec 2019 7:54am
7th Dec 2019 7:54am
My Rock Star Hero
The most offensive thing I have ever heard another human being say was that my hero is just hiding out and being a burden. Our son in law literally told him he had no problems and to stop being a burden!
The man who is 100% disabled by immune responses and nerve damage according to his medical team. Who still writes, pours hours of every day into his children, hours more into his wife, does man-chores whenever he can eat/walk and never acts like a sissy even though he's in pain every day!
He has excellent business sense, a wide range of skills, average or better street...
The man who is 100% disabled by immune responses and nerve damage according to his medical team. Who still writes, pours hours of every day into his children, hours more into his wife, does man-chores whenever he can eat/walk and never acts like a sissy even though he's in pain every day!
He has excellent business sense, a wide range of skills, average or better street...
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
7th Dec 2019 5:37am
7th Dec 2019 5:37am
I Don't Have No Notion
This piece has no structure or instructions (qwert)
Like a build it yourself erector set from IKEA (work)
I propose to compose prose like those of pros (skirt)
Otherwise my poetry can sound like diarrhea (squirt)
I know I don’t have no notion,
Lone poems roam lost in an ocean,
A negative times a negative doesn’t always add up to one,
But if I don’t rhyme write rite right,
Then it won’t be knot not naught tight,
Just as long as I don’t come off as sounding a little dumb.
Like a build it yourself erector set from IKEA (work)
I propose to compose prose like those of pros (skirt)
Otherwise my poetry can sound like diarrhea (squirt)
I know I don’t have no notion,
Lone poems roam lost in an ocean,
A negative times a negative doesn’t always add up to one,
But if I don’t rhyme write rite right,
Then it won’t be knot not naught tight,
Just as long as I don’t come off as sounding a little dumb.
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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