Poems About Life As A Writer Seeking Friendly Advice
#LifeAsAWriter
mysticstones
Poem Published
30th Jan 2021 9:05pm
30th Jan 2021 9:05pm
poetic as a red nosed clown
again, the same.
looking here, looking there.
all appear to be just threadbare.
each word that i express,
never meets the newness test,
i linger and i sigh,
the words, phrases are but nigh.
should i flounder with another try
or simply lay the pen down
giving way
to posturing as a red nosed clown.
as if the classics have said it all.
giving way so that we might pause.
futility,
seemingly,
attempting, to pen as noble a cause.
mirroring expression of life and its drudgery
yet lacking in prolific imagery....
looking here, looking there.
all appear to be just threadbare.
each word that i express,
never meets the newness test,
i linger and i sigh,
the words, phrases are but nigh.
should i flounder with another try
or simply lay the pen down
giving way
to posturing as a red nosed clown.
as if the classics have said it all.
giving way so that we might pause.
futility,
seemingly,
attempting, to pen as noble a cause.
mirroring expression of life and its drudgery
yet lacking in prolific imagery....
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
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poetjj
Poem Published
24th Jan 2021 5:05pm
24th Jan 2021 5:05pm
This poem is called Triumph 2020
This poem is called Triumph 2020
It’s 11:59 PM December 31, surrounded by friends and family we all got ready to begin again. Watching the countdown of the ball drop.
The bottles, the proposals all getting set to happen.
Nobody had any idea what it would be.
The year began simple enough.
Still it was about goals and dreams and new adventures.
2020 became slowly Weird and unkind .
We lost 24 purple and gold would mean more than ever.
Nineteen became a number so infamous it put fear in the heart of everybody.
We...
It’s 11:59 PM December 31, surrounded by friends and family we all got ready to begin again. Watching the countdown of the ball drop.
The bottles, the proposals all getting set to happen.
Nobody had any idea what it would be.
The year began simple enough.
Still it was about goals and dreams and new adventures.
2020 became slowly Weird and unkind .
We lost 24 purple and gold would mean more than ever.
Nineteen became a number so infamous it put fear in the heart of everybody.
We...
#sadness
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Pho3nix19xx
Poem Published
21st Jan 2021 9:52pm
21st Jan 2021 9:52pm
Lone Wolf Poetics
I'm in hiding
Biding my time
Praying for a sign
These words of mine
Will not fall on deaf ears.
My messages define fears
And grind gears.
Each stroke of my pen
Blends heartache and danger
To the point my hand shakes with anger
I have filled a garbage can
With broken pens!
When I sit down to write
I commit to a fight:
The page is my adversary
My vocabulary my weaponry
But take heed my advisory
I wish NOT to be legendary!
I simply have comments to be made
A small boat in ocean I wade....
Biding my time
Praying for a sign
These words of mine
Will not fall on deaf ears.
My messages define fears
And grind gears.
Each stroke of my pen
Blends heartache and danger
To the point my hand shakes with anger
I have filled a garbage can
With broken pens!
When I sit down to write
I commit to a fight:
The page is my adversary
My vocabulary my weaponry
But take heed my advisory
I wish NOT to be legendary!
I simply have comments to be made
A small boat in ocean I wade....
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#emotions
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4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 10:06am
15th Jan 2021 10:06am
who tells lie?
Who Tell lies?
“Hey, this is the internet everybody lies.”
this was a throwaway sentence in a TV program
forgotten by the one who spoke the line or when
it sounded right.
It made me think is the world less honest now we have internet?
If this is so is it because we don´t see the people we lie to.
What about me do I tell lies?
Yes, at times when intrusive people ask questions
I find no ground to answer. I´m also a writer and use things I have
heard or read what happened in my and others live to tell a story.
but in my private...
“Hey, this is the internet everybody lies.”
this was a throwaway sentence in a TV program
forgotten by the one who spoke the line or when
it sounded right.
It made me think is the world less honest now we have internet?
If this is so is it because we don´t see the people we lie to.
What about me do I tell lies?
Yes, at times when intrusive people ask questions
I find no ground to answer. I´m also a writer and use things I have
heard or read what happened in my and others live to tell a story.
but in my private...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #reading
#MyInspiration #reading
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missjem56
Poem Published
11th Jan 2021 4:23pm
11th Jan 2021 4:23pm
Alien Invasion
I walked to my red post box yesterday
The weather was cool, and breezy
The sky was a soft grey
Looked like it would stay that way
It felt similar to the Spring
Although, without the warmth
The birdsong was toned down
And there wasn't many people around
The trees were still cold, and bare
Yet fresh saplings had been recently planted
Young buds already coming through
New young life, to look forward to
Yet there was a silence
An emptiness of hidden ghosts
Safely confined,within their home
The cool moist...
The weather was cool, and breezy
The sky was a soft grey
Looked like it would stay that way
It felt similar to the Spring
Although, without the warmth
The birdsong was toned down
And there wasn't many people around
The trees were still cold, and bare
Yet fresh saplings had been recently planted
Young buds already coming through
New young life, to look forward to
Yet there was a silence
An emptiness of hidden ghosts
Safely confined,within their home
The cool moist...
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#aliens #pandemic
#aliens #pandemic
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oskar
Poem Published
6th Jan 2021 8:33am
6th Jan 2021 8:33am
pharma
the pharma
We must say one thing clear the pandemic is running us
we try to reduce its influence by wanting people sitting in weeks in and weeks out
sooner or later, we have to be let out
and since we by sitting in we have no defensive are like the Indian meeting the flu
for the first time, and many more people succumb to this pest.
The vaccine has a field day.
The vaccine might help as long get an ejection twice a year a gift packed
For the pharma- an industry we have been addicted to yet another vaccine telling
we need
Pill taking and...
We must say one thing clear the pandemic is running us
we try to reduce its influence by wanting people sitting in weeks in and weeks out
sooner or later, we have to be let out
and since we by sitting in we have no defensive are like the Indian meeting the flu
for the first time, and many more people succumb to this pest.
The vaccine has a field day.
The vaccine might help as long get an ejection twice a year a gift packed
For the pharma- an industry we have been addicted to yet another vaccine telling
we need
Pill taking and...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#passion #reading
#passion #reading
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
31st Dec 2020 2:55pm
31st Dec 2020 2:55pm
Bowing to the Ending of 2020 Uplifting My Eyes in 2021
Let’s bow our heads as you and I pray
From the Creator’s lips to our hearts
Approved to say
May He smile upon us as we continue to strive
Crossing into a new year, thank goodness when we both shall arrive
Looking back
Mother Nature’s cruel attacks
You and I survived Hurricanes
God’s tears from pouring rains
Racial Disparity, a standstill, protests, riots, teargas, voices in unity from systematic pain
A knee to the neck, darkish hues dying, oppositions bringing...
From the Creator’s lips to our hearts
Approved to say
May He smile upon us as we continue to strive
Crossing into a new year, thank goodness when we both shall arrive
Looking back
Mother Nature’s cruel attacks
You and I survived Hurricanes
God’s tears from pouring rains
Racial Disparity, a standstill, protests, riots, teargas, voices in unity from systematic pain
A knee to the neck, darkish hues dying, oppositions bringing...
#love
#moon
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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oskar
Poem Published
13th Dec 2020 4:59pm
13th Dec 2020 4:59pm
name-calling
this person you have never seen before.
If you saw Obama walking down the same street, you would
see him as a slightly balding man of colour, you certainly
would not call him a nigger unless you are bigoted racist.
If you see George Bush along the same street, you may
think he is a retired school teacher whether he was good
at his job wouldn´t cross your mind.
If you saw Joe Biden, you would think he was an old man
walking from a restaurant to his car, and not think
about his political past, and the wrong decision he has made.
If you talk...
If you saw Obama walking down the same street, you would
see him as a slightly balding man of colour, you certainly
would not call him a nigger unless you are bigoted racist.
If you see George Bush along the same street, you may
think he is a retired school teacher whether he was good
at his job wouldn´t cross your mind.
If you saw Joe Biden, you would think he was an old man
walking from a restaurant to his car, and not think
about his political past, and the wrong decision he has made.
If you talk...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #passion
#MyInspiration #passion
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veganpoet
Poem Published
10th Dec 2020 5:22pm
10th Dec 2020 5:22pm
Feeling The Atmosphere’s Fiery Caress
I was sitting on the steps
Wondering why
All the stars up in the sky
Burn through the night
For everyone faces the darkness
And let’s out a sigh
Under pools of light
In the deepest night
Time will send you over the moon
Endless moments where it’s just you
And as starshine opens your mind
There will be another surprise
Here under the sky
A shooting star captured in your eyes
Wondering why
All the stars up in the sky
Burn through the night
For everyone faces the darkness
And let’s out a sigh
Under pools of light
In the deepest night
Time will send you over the moon
Endless moments where it’s just you
And as starshine opens your mind
There will be another surprise
Here under the sky
A shooting star captured in your eyes
#universe
#stars
#night
#LifeAsAWriter
#astronomy
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veganpoet
Poem Published
6th Dec 2020 4:42pm
6th Dec 2020 4:42pm
Prancing Upon The Catwalk Of Life, She Reinvents The Stars Above
when love calls your number
you wake from your slumber
when life makes you wonder
and seems to drag you under
just remember that
I believe that we can acheive
a life greater than dreams
they can call me naive
but that's what I believe
her heart is warm
her heart is bold
her soul is lighting up the dark
and this dream shall never die
you wake from your slumber
when life makes you wonder
and seems to drag you under
just remember that
I believe that we can acheive
a life greater than dreams
they can call me naive
but that's what I believe
her heart is warm
her heart is bold
her soul is lighting up the dark
and this dream shall never die
#love
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
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missjem56
Poem Published
24th Nov 2020 3:25am
24th Nov 2020 3:25am
Vis-A-Vis Versus Verse
maybe because it's English,
or don't have religious belief
or transgender
a recent comment received
or maybe my poetry is rubbish
and perhaps i should write no more
but i did kind of hope for more response
is my writing really that poor?
i probably don't want the answers
the pain would be to much
and it's now gone three in the morning
and i'll start speaking double Dutch
but the truth to tell, i'm bored with life
and came hear for a lift
and thought i'd share my writings
not causing any rift
...
or don't have religious belief
or transgender
a recent comment received
or maybe my poetry is rubbish
and perhaps i should write no more
but i did kind of hope for more response
is my writing really that poor?
i probably don't want the answers
the pain would be to much
and it's now gone three in the morning
and i'll start speaking double Dutch
but the truth to tell, i'm bored with life
and came hear for a lift
and thought i'd share my writings
not causing any rift
...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfWorth
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2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 1:40pm
22nd Nov 2020 1:40pm
From Whims, To A Quim, And No Longer Being A Him (circa 1971-2)
I have a street sign for Carnaby Street
Hanging high, upon my wall
Me, and a close friend, used to go there
And to Portebello Road, and all
We'd jump onto the tube, every weekend
Not a ticket did we buy
Dodging the ticket collector, with derring-do
Up destinations fire escapes, we would fly
Our road map of central London
We eventually carried in our head
Having knowledge of the main attractions
Like Highgate Cemetery, where lay the famous dead
We visited museums, and Buck' Pal of course
And Downing Street, and Big...
Hanging high, upon my wall
Me, and a close friend, used to go there
And to Portebello Road, and all
We'd jump onto the tube, every weekend
Not a ticket did we buy
Dodging the ticket collector, with derring-do
Up destinations fire escapes, we would fly
Our road map of central London
We eventually carried in our head
Having knowledge of the main attractions
Like Highgate Cemetery, where lay the famous dead
We visited museums, and Buck' Pal of course
And Downing Street, and Big...
#teens
#sex
#city #LifeAsAWriter
#city #LifeAsAWriter
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