Poems About Life As A Writer Seeking Friendly Advice
#LifeAsAWriter
snugglebuck
Poem Published
26th Jun 2019 4:52am
26th Jun 2019 4:52am
BOOZE IS MY MUSE!
A poet in need of inspiration
A shot or glass of libation
Whiskey calls verse to mind
And after a couple more rounds
I don’t give a shit if it rhymes
A shot or glass of libation
Whiskey calls verse to mind
And after a couple more rounds
I don’t give a shit if it rhymes
#motivational
#alcohol
#LifeAsAWriter #EdgarAllanPoe
#LifeAsAWriter #EdgarAllanPoe
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9 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
25th Jun 2019 10:27am
25th Jun 2019 10:27am
Who says men don't cry
Been crying again
not just the obvious droplets down the face feeling, but the fact the pillow was
not a little damp but indeed soaked wet
Gilbert and Esther asleep on my whimpering chest, softly purring
cats make better therapists than any therapy sessions could help me anyway
Out the blue I get this feeling mum and dad are about to call. I must digress here and say we are not close my family and I, apart from my parents calling ever two to three weeks for about twenty to thirty minutes , no one contacts me through the myriad of...
not just the obvious droplets down the face feeling, but the fact the pillow was
not a little damp but indeed soaked wet
Gilbert and Esther asleep on my whimpering chest, softly purring
cats make better therapists than any therapy sessions could help me anyway
Out the blue I get this feeling mum and dad are about to call. I must digress here and say we are not close my family and I, apart from my parents calling ever two to three weeks for about twenty to thirty minutes , no one contacts me through the myriad of...
#sadness
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#LifeChangingMoment
#apathy
438 reads
1 Comment
jemac
Poem Published
21st Jun 2019 1:24am
21st Jun 2019 1:24am
Presently ....
sometimes she looks back
trying to find her old self
that garnered strength from within
before life and what she thought
was love started tearing her asunder
over and over
how she always seemed to be
surrounded by those who demanded
things from her
time, love, money, patience, always
expecting her to fill their cups
ridiculing her if she didn't
she had to tear herself away from
all of that
self preservation had become
her only friend
she lost a lot in the separating
she is...
trying to find her old self
that garnered strength from within
before life and what she thought
was love started tearing her asunder
over and over
how she always seemed to be
surrounded by those who demanded
things from her
time, love, money, patience, always
expecting her to fill their cups
ridiculing her if she didn't
she had to tear herself away from
all of that
self preservation had become
her only friend
she lost a lot in the separating
she is...
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
656 reads
12 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
17th Jun 2019 11:09am
17th Jun 2019 11:09am
Of wind & rain, birds & you
( a note of ambient sounds )
I hear a random trill
outside my door
and stop
to lean my head back;
strained eyes closed,
both hands slip off my
lap like a
rush of wind,
where a leather journal
lies open; lined paper,
with inkings
that faintly echo
their vignettes:
cicada shiver
in the rooted trees
from their humid shrill
above the swamp.
It’s times like this
when summer’s young,
nothing like it
will become,
when days are
stretched
‘till after ten at...
I hear a random trill
outside my door
and stop
to lean my head back;
strained eyes closed,
both hands slip off my
lap like a
rush of wind,
where a leather journal
lies open; lined paper,
with inkings
that faintly echo
their vignettes:
cicada shiver
in the rooted trees
from their humid shrill
above the swamp.
It’s times like this
when summer’s young,
nothing like it
will become,
when days are
stretched
‘till after ten at...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#admiration
#respect
802 reads
13 Comments
LucidityODreams
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 10:30pm
14th Jun 2019 10:30pm
It’s three AM
Simplicity is my goal and trend.
Mental declutter, once again.
Getting nearer: begin, then, end.
Mental declutter, once again.
Getting nearer: begin, then, end.
#LifeAsAWriter
321 reads
1 Comment
snugglebuck
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 4:57pm
13th Jun 2019 4:57pm
Incredible Me
Incredible admirable intellectual me
Read my incomprehensible poetry
A narcissistic masturbation creation
My poems beg analysis and interpretation
Product of my superior intellectual brain
'Guess what I'm thinking,' is my game
Never mind that my harangue
Is depressing, boring and bland
You Philistines are so lucky to read
Something from someone as special as me
Read my incomprehensible poetry
A narcissistic masturbation creation
My poems beg analysis and interpretation
Product of my superior intellectual brain
'Guess what I'm thinking,' is my game
Never mind that my harangue
Is depressing, boring and bland
You Philistines are so lucky to read
Something from someone as special as me
#LifeAsAWriter
#culture
745 reads
12 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
9th Jun 2019 4:25am
9th Jun 2019 4:25am
Humus Man
#love
#lover
#LifeAsAWriter
#admiration
#respect
827 reads
12 Comments
LennyBlue
Poem Published
1st Jun 2019 11:19pm
1st Jun 2019 11:19pm
George Costanza's Dream
An Architect of words
Some to delight Some to disturb
Building all the time
A 24/7 mind
Delicately placing syllables
Laying them down,concrete of a builder.
Constant orgasmic sentences
erupt and seep out,
Only to be wiped out with the stroke of a button.
The ones that stick, like your man
paste
create a new life , breathing , needing , feeding your pleasure of ego and self.
Frost must have felt the coldness
of That Snowy Night
All words came out right,
I can only dream of a construction so solid, ...
Some to delight Some to disturb
Building all the time
A 24/7 mind
Delicately placing syllables
Laying them down,concrete of a builder.
Constant orgasmic sentences
erupt and seep out,
Only to be wiped out with the stroke of a button.
The ones that stick, like your man
paste
create a new life , breathing , needing , feeding your pleasure of ego and self.
Frost must have felt the coldness
of That Snowy Night
All words came out right,
I can only dream of a construction so solid, ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
445 reads
2 Comments
LennyBlue
Poem Published
17th May 2019 1:00pm
17th May 2019 1:00pm
The Poet
I’m a stop watch that can’t stop,
An expiration date with no date,
No time expired on a broken meter,
The Nigra Falls of words,
The endless twirls of Stary Night.
I will leave my story of passion and pain
I will write even if you are not here,
To prove I existed.
An expiration date with no date,
No time expired on a broken meter,
The Nigra Falls of words,
The endless twirls of Stary Night.
I will leave my story of passion and pain
I will write even if you are not here,
To prove I existed.
#romantic
#LifeAsAWriter
408 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
17th May 2019 9:39am
17th May 2019 9:39am
living forever
Living forever
The knowledge of living forever
is already here, all one has to do
is renewing one's cells once a year
beginning at the age of forty
or there about when a person is
self -sufficient.
It is also possible to renew cells so
often that one regress to infancy
and looked after by your son who
is unable to grasp that he is changing
his father’s nappy.
But longevity has its own risk how to live
you can alight from the 9 bus
and be knocked down by a car,
the autopsy would show the killed person was not ...
The knowledge of living forever
is already here, all one has to do
is renewing one's cells once a year
beginning at the age of forty
or there about when a person is
self -sufficient.
It is also possible to renew cells so
often that one regress to infancy
and looked after by your son who
is unable to grasp that he is changing
his father’s nappy.
But longevity has its own risk how to live
you can alight from the 9 bus
and be knocked down by a car,
the autopsy would show the killed person was not ...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#passion
#wisdom
375 reads
0 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
16th May 2019 7:07am
16th May 2019 7:07am
Thoughts That Cry Freedom
This penance of suffering
Is both a curse and blessing
To the pen of a poet
As the blood of their hurt
Spills upon the page
Gracing the world with emotional words
Their darkness touches
Often bringing new light
Where there was none
It’s an obsessive world
As words fight to be released
A possession of sorts
Exorcising ghosts
Casting out the demons
That plague the mind
The poet has no choice
When creativity flows
A prisoner to the thoughts that cry freedom
Is both a curse and blessing
To the pen of a poet
As the blood of their hurt
Spills upon the page
Gracing the world with emotional words
Their darkness touches
Often bringing new light
Where there was none
It’s an obsessive world
As words fight to be released
A possession of sorts
Exorcising ghosts
Casting out the demons
That plague the mind
The poet has no choice
When creativity flows
A prisoner to the thoughts that cry freedom
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
636 reads
12 Comments
ChoaticGoddess
ShyG
ShyG
Poem Published
14th May 2019 11:13pm
14th May 2019 11:13pm
A Symptom of Life
It's been a while since I posted at all but I just wanted to put this out there that I published my book.
It's called, "A Symptom of Life" and is only available for purchase on Amazon
It's called, "A Symptom of Life" and is only available for purchase on Amazon
#LifeAsAWriter
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