Poems About Life As A Writer Seeking Friendly Advice
#LifeAsAWriter
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
12th Jul 2020 3:26pm
12th Jul 2020 3:26pm
NEW BOOK
It was the perfect place to commit suicide. Serene. Isolated. But some preparations had to be made. There was the matter of writing The Note. A task made difficult for the young poet who rented the house in the forest. Under the fog of morphine, he struggles to write; and as the morning shifts into early afternoon, strange things occur in his surroundings. Though frightened, he still wants to kill himself with the remaining pills. But as he struggles to put his final thoughts on paper, certain forces within the house seem to have their own grim agenda. From the author of An Ibis and the Sun,...
#suicide
#books
#scary
#prose
#LifeAsAWriter
492 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Jul 2020 6:36am
8th Jul 2020 6:36am
Knock Knock
Hey DUP family, as you all know I am trying to break into making short films. Thus far, I have submitted two on here for your viewing pleasure, there will be more as time allows, however to extend my creativity. I would really like to have a poet/poetess, submit their voice, using the MP3/MP4 format you cam email me, whereas, I can make a great quality move from start to finish; horror, political, love, comedy, erotica, whereas, you can use on your social sites, your website; it will be yours to keep or do as you please, all I ask in return is to give my production company the credits. ...
#inspirational
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#passion
515 reads
8 Comments
Lothbrok
Poem Published
5th Jul 2020 9:55pm
5th Jul 2020 9:55pm
For Thus Spoke
Clay men
Spin little tales
Creating Gods
Where wisdom has failed
Let's create a new world right?
New God
Educate him to breed hate
Throw the noose on
Welcome to the new earth tonight.
Drenched in sweat
Working hard to break history
Tiny tiles of forgotten misery
Statues crumble from hurt words
He said she said
Peace never had a place here
We have no reason sleep well
Not with collective malice creeping through these halls
Through these streets
Through these pandering songs
This freedom...
Spin little tales
Creating Gods
Where wisdom has failed
Let's create a new world right?
New God
Educate him to breed hate
Throw the noose on
Welcome to the new earth tonight.
Drenched in sweat
Working hard to break history
Tiny tiles of forgotten misery
Statues crumble from hurt words
He said she said
Peace never had a place here
We have no reason sleep well
Not with collective malice creeping through these halls
Through these streets
Through these pandering songs
This freedom...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
411 reads
0 Comments
Clearthoughts
Poem Published
25th Jun 2020 2:54am
25th Jun 2020 2:54am
Hits Home
When I Write!
I have to close my eyes
And become one with my poetry ....
Feeling the meaning of each word
My pen releases underlined feeling
Explaining why this poem
Hits home
My body shakes
My mind gets terrified
From the ink behind my thought
... sometimes
Poetry goes deep
Deep into my reality
I can feel the hurt
Begging to stream out of me
...........
words choked up
Angrily
Mentally I need a release...
words ...
I have to close my eyes
And become one with my poetry ....
Feeling the meaning of each word
My pen releases underlined feeling
Explaining why this poem
Hits home
My body shakes
My mind gets terrified
From the ink behind my thought
... sometimes
Poetry goes deep
Deep into my reality
I can feel the hurt
Begging to stream out of me
...........
words choked up
Angrily
Mentally I need a release...
words ...
#LifeAsAWriter
682 reads
12 Comments
Rachelleundrgrd
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 4:10pm
23rd Jun 2020 4:10pm
Pick Up the Pen
When my father—a writer who never finished a single book he wrote
(don’t we all have at least one such story?)
—was dying, his tongue half gone in an attempt to prolong his more than average life
(perhaps only as the sun would count, if it
could)
I asked if he could pick up his pen one last time
and write letters to us four kids.
If he did such a thing, we would never know.
All his words of love and regret and pain, along with an infinite pool of ‘I wishes’, would stay deep within...
(don’t we all have at least one such story?)
—was dying, his tongue half gone in an attempt to prolong his more than average life
(perhaps only as the sun would count, if it
could)
I asked if he could pick up his pen one last time
and write letters to us four kids.
If he did such a thing, we would never know.
All his words of love and regret and pain, along with an infinite pool of ‘I wishes’, would stay deep within...
#love
#grief
#father
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
920 reads
20 Comments
Jofec
Omei
Omei
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 10:33am
21st Jun 2020 10:33am
INK until it’s INKED
Every time I pick up a pen
I only put it down
when it’s run out of ink
It’s as simple as that
Writings my thing
I only put it down
when it’s run out of ink
It’s as simple as that
Writings my thing
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #SelfDiscovery
#MyInspiration #SelfDiscovery
401 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
17th Jun 2020 8:59pm
17th Jun 2020 8:59pm
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...
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...
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#LifeAsAWriter
#sensual
577 reads
8 Comments
Stanhoven
Poem Published
15th Jun 2020 8:37pm
15th Jun 2020 8:37pm
Sunset Come To Close
A vapor trail in the sky
Makes one feel alive
A child standing amongst his dreams
Growing old but still a wonderlust
Mortality steps closer to deaths grasp
Although not scared but scared of,
No more sunrises
No more first breaths when eyes open
No more the rustling of leaves and birds singing
And no more... vapor trails across the sky
Makes one feel alive
A child standing amongst his dreams
Growing old but still a wonderlust
Mortality steps closer to deaths grasp
Although not scared but scared of,
No more sunrises
No more first breaths when eyes open
No more the rustling of leaves and birds singing
And no more... vapor trails across the sky
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#emotions
366 reads
2 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
9th Jun 2020 11:35pm
9th Jun 2020 11:35pm
Autistic Penman
In this sanctuary of words
Was allowed to let loose
Bleed my darkness on the page
Without cynical judgement
I thought myself just a scribbler
A poetic imitator
My words are raw at heart
No Wordsworth No Byron here
Just an autistic penman
But in this domain
My inner demons
Have been given light
My struggles have been shown
To be mere drops in an ocean of struggles
I have come to appreciate more
The little gift I have
In expressing my self awareness
The deep has been my church...
Was allowed to let loose
Bleed my darkness on the page
Without cynical judgement
I thought myself just a scribbler
A poetic imitator
My words are raw at heart
No Wordsworth No Byron here
Just an autistic penman
But in this domain
My inner demons
Have been given light
My struggles have been shown
To be mere drops in an ocean of struggles
I have come to appreciate more
The little gift I have
In expressing my self awareness
The deep has been my church...
#LifeAsAWriter
#Autism
551 reads
5 Comments
Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
5th Jun 2020 6:24pm
5th Jun 2020 6:24pm
FROM MY JOURNAL (Expression)
It's Friday
I woke up today only to discover
The world is different now
It changed within days
It became a deep and dark place
Somewhat too emotional for many
Words were scattered and lives
Were shattered people I knew became
Broken ,bruised and battered
I saw my neighbor wearing a T-shirt
And It read
BLACK
LIVES
MATTER
When is this public masturbation
going to stop?
And why are you afraid of cops?
I ask?
They're all just people!!!
...
I woke up today only to discover
The world is different now
It changed within days
It became a deep and dark place
Somewhat too emotional for many
Words were scattered and lives
Were shattered people I knew became
Broken ,bruised and battered
I saw my neighbor wearing a T-shirt
And It read
BLACK
LIVES
MATTER
When is this public masturbation
going to stop?
And why are you afraid of cops?
I ask?
They're all just people!!!
...
#LifeAsAWriter
655 reads
10 Comments
veganpoet
Poem Published
4th Jun 2020 5:09pm
4th Jun 2020 5:09pm
a primer on how to mislead the stars
take 1 part desiccated heart petals,
stained with blood of human yearning
mix with 2 parts fossilized true love
shake for half as long as all the times
you've wept Things into words
then swallow
stained with blood of human yearning
mix with 2 parts fossilized true love
shake for half as long as all the times
you've wept Things into words
then swallow
#love
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter #art
#LifeAsAWriter #art
420 reads
1 Comment
veganpoet
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2020 3:53pm
3rd Jun 2020 3:53pm
The Heart That Pulls Away Must Mimic And Overcome The Stark Brutalism Of A Solitary Flower Basking In The Final Hours
The Heart That Pulls Away Must Mimic And Overcome The Stark Brutalism Of A Solitary Flower Basking In The Final Hours Of Summer Sunlight
I have been smothered
in a stultifying mud of lonesome indifference,
a volcanic eruption of apathetic terror casting a heavy shadow
into the corners of what is an essentially boisterous and magnificent spirit.
I should write the poems each night,
I should play my songs on the keyboard and sing the lyrics each day,
to honor the extraordinary, creative being that inhabits my shoes.
I should groove each...
I have been smothered
in a stultifying mud of lonesome indifference,
a volcanic eruption of apathetic terror casting a heavy shadow
into the corners of what is an essentially boisterous and magnificent spirit.
I should write the poems each night,
I should play my songs on the keyboard and sing the lyrics each day,
to honor the extraordinary, creative being that inhabits my shoes.
I should groove each...
#love
#breakup
#LifeAsAWriter
#art
#suffering
486 reads
1 Comment
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