Poems About Life As A Writer Seeking Friendly Advice
#LifeAsAWriter
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
13th Apr 2019 4:21pm
13th Apr 2019 4:21pm
Illuminati Literati- Re-claiming the English Literary Canon
What defines a new literary intelligensia? Any input is welcome and appreciated. DUP project
#politics
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#art
#rebellion
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4 Comments
Amorous_tryst
Poem Published
13th Apr 2019 3:37am
13th Apr 2019 3:37am
It's Just My Preference
1..The invasion began once more in the same way it has each year,
2..THIS PIECE WAS GENERATED IN MUCH THE SAME FASHION.
1..in the Spring after the snow and cold retreats in the unrelenting
2..TIME SLIPPING AWAY AS THE DAY GROWS LONG HEADED INTO DARK,
1..onslaught of sunshine striking this rock as it shifts on its axis
2..HOURS REDUCED TO MINUTES AS THE CLOCK HANDS MARCH ONWARD.
1..First noticed was the foraging along counters, in search of needed sustenance
2..I OBSERVE THE EVERYDAY WITHIN MY SURROUDINGS HOPEFUL OF UNCOVERING
1..not found...
2..THIS PIECE WAS GENERATED IN MUCH THE SAME FASHION.
1..in the Spring after the snow and cold retreats in the unrelenting
2..TIME SLIPPING AWAY AS THE DAY GROWS LONG HEADED INTO DARK,
1..onslaught of sunshine striking this rock as it shifts on its axis
2..HOURS REDUCED TO MINUTES AS THE CLOCK HANDS MARCH ONWARD.
1..First noticed was the foraging along counters, in search of needed sustenance
2..I OBSERVE THE EVERYDAY WITHIN MY SURROUDINGS HOPEFUL OF UNCOVERING
1..not found...
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2019
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10 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
11th Apr 2019 7:03pm
11th Apr 2019 7:03pm
Dormant Harvest: Notes of an Online Journal
Dormant Harvest"
Through jungles & forests I stalk,
the quiet cocoons of timber,
naked and limber, a wide-eyed,
alert as I prowl, crouching low.
Then I howl, with tightened limbs
in streaming crimson tangle,
creeping vines & widow’s weeds,
the pygmy orchids’ hush & thrive.
A third-world breed, no other is!
I toss my sinew bait into
such riches that this warrior knew,
of dormant harvest, ripe to claim.
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2019
Through jungles & forests I stalk,
the quiet cocoons of timber,
naked and limber, a wide-eyed,
alert as I prowl, crouching low.
Then I howl, with tightened limbs
in streaming crimson tangle,
creeping vines & widow’s weeds,
the pygmy orchids’ hush & thrive.
A third-world breed, no other is!
I toss my sinew bait into
such riches that this warrior knew,
of dormant harvest, ripe to claim.
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2019
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2019
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2019
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4 Comments
Amorous_tryst
Poem Published
11th Apr 2019 5:43pm
11th Apr 2019 5:43pm
I Hate Getting The Finger
I keep myself confined at home
where most times I can just be me
sometimes I'm privy to a poem
as I lounge upon a knee
best behavior is what was taught
though my nature's not that way
it's when I act without a thought
that the gesture comes to say
there will be times that I must dare
as it seems it always goes
and then receive one of those stares
and that finger stuck toward my nose
where most times I can just be me
sometimes I'm privy to a poem
as I lounge upon a knee
best behavior is what was taught
though my nature's not that way
it's when I act without a thought
that the gesture comes to say
there will be times that I must dare
as it seems it always goes
and then receive one of those stares
and that finger stuck toward my nose
#BestFriend
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2019 #funny
#NaPoWriMo2019 #funny
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7 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
11th Apr 2019 12:59pm
11th Apr 2019 12:59pm
Sometimes ~
It’s good to just let go & lose your mind,
As I have done so many times before.
To bite your nails & suck out all the grime,
To fall from grace & writhe nude on the floor.
Don’t care if others see that I’m insane,
It’s good to just let go & lose your mind.
The times I’m indoors walking in the rain,
There’s not a finer feeling, you will find.
I don’t compare with any other kind:
Deep-fry the calloused skin till crisp & dice
It’s good to just let go & lose your mind, ...
As I have done so many times before.
To bite your nails & suck out all the grime,
To fall from grace & writhe nude on the floor.
Don’t care if others see that I’m insane,
It’s good to just let go & lose your mind.
The times I’m indoors walking in the rain,
There’s not a finer feeling, you will find.
I don’t compare with any other kind:
Deep-fry the calloused skin till crisp & dice
It’s good to just let go & lose your mind, ...
#happiness
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
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13 Comments
G_O_D
Poem Published
5th Apr 2019 6:29pm
5th Apr 2019 6:29pm
Real
Real..
Unreal..
Tell me,
How do you really feel?
Unreal..
Tell me,
How do you really feel?
#LifeAsAWriter
#humankind
#WritingPoetry #philosophical
#WritingPoetry #philosophical
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1 Comment
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
5th Apr 2019 10:32am
5th Apr 2019 10:32am
Oasis
A fertile patch of green is what it seems,
Embraced in an oasis lush with verse.
From where I can emerge refreshed by dreams;
Reflective waters of my mind immersed.
So soothing as I’m cooled beneath the palms,
A fertile patch of green is what it seems.
A blessing as the words appear like alms,
Receiving graciously, they flow and team.
A gentle breath from off the desert streams,
To clear my thoughts preparing to compose.
A fertile patch of green is what it seems,
The quiet joyousness set forth in prose.
And now...
Embraced in an oasis lush with verse.
From where I can emerge refreshed by dreams;
Reflective waters of my mind immersed.
So soothing as I’m cooled beneath the palms,
A fertile patch of green is what it seems.
A blessing as the words appear like alms,
Receiving graciously, they flow and team.
A gentle breath from off the desert streams,
To clear my thoughts preparing to compose.
A fertile patch of green is what it seems,
The quiet joyousness set forth in prose.
And now...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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10 Comments
Amorous_tryst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2019 6:07am
3rd Apr 2019 6:07am
The Verbiage Challenge (or playtime with the Word Count Tool app)
Fantod", yes, you read me correctly, one of the new words now taking up temporary residence in the vocabulary wing of my head.
If you also subscribe to Mr. Webster's daily invasion of your email, then you won't have to go and Google it, or perhaps somewhere awhile back you ran across it somewhere and thought it worthy enough to give it a long term lease. For me personally, it was late in arriving and all the permanent occupants have taken a disliking to it for they feel it presumptuous. *90 words, 70 unique and counting
.
Is not this fantastic, *notice how I did not use the...
If you also subscribe to Mr. Webster's daily invasion of your email, then you won't have to go and Google it, or perhaps somewhere awhile back you ran across it somewhere and thought it worthy enough to give it a long term lease. For me personally, it was late in arriving and all the permanent occupants have taken a disliking to it for they feel it presumptuous. *90 words, 70 unique and counting
.
Is not this fantastic, *notice how I did not use the...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2019
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8 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2019 4:58am
2nd Apr 2019 4:58am
A Poetess's Work
She is always writing as if the words run
Through her vital veins that have dripped
Like blood on paper with a small piece of
Her heart and they walk right into the sun.
They take a strong hold and have gripped
Everything from essential organs to love.
They are able to bring tears to one’s eyes.
And everyone around her wonders who she
Is. She is a magical poetess with her paper
And a pen, like a warrior who always tries
To tear down every wall. I want to try to be
Like her, completely fearless and a shaper
Of the words...
Through her vital veins that have dripped
Like blood on paper with a small piece of
Her heart and they walk right into the sun.
They take a strong hold and have gripped
Everything from essential organs to love.
They are able to bring tears to one’s eyes.
And everyone around her wonders who she
Is. She is a magical poetess with her paper
And a pen, like a warrior who always tries
To tear down every wall. I want to try to be
Like her, completely fearless and a shaper
Of the words...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
572 reads
2 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
1st Apr 2019 5:24pm
1st Apr 2019 5:24pm
Becoming A Poet: Notes of an Online Journal
Becoming A Poet"
I’m not sure just when it started
But I knew this would be the best part.
A feeling, being down hearted,
Was about to be rendered as art.
I don’t know where it had come from,
If it slid down a chimney one day.
Did it march in, beating a drum,
Were there children outside fit to play.
I’m not sure how it created
The inspiration deep within me.
I felt the muse had related,
And was ready to set my soul free.
I don’t know just why it turned on, ...
I’m not sure just when it started
But I knew this would be the best part.
A feeling, being down hearted,
Was about to be rendered as art.
I don’t know where it had come from,
If it slid down a chimney one day.
Did it march in, beating a drum,
Were there children outside fit to play.
I’m not sure how it created
The inspiration deep within me.
I felt the muse had related,
And was ready to set my soul free.
I don’t know just why it turned on, ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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12 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
1st Apr 2019 8:59am
1st Apr 2019 8:59am
Paper Bag
( a Quatern )
I can’t write my way out a paper bag,
I don’t recall my having a stiff drink.
If I’m inebriated, it’s a drag;
For being drunk means having fun, you think?
The angel on my right announced “For shame!”
I can’t write my way out a paper bag!
“What were you thinking on that holy day?”
I don’t remember, everyone went stag!
The devil on my left said, “What a hag.
Don’t hear her, just listen to what I say.”
I can’t write my way out a paper bag!
Do you know what I did, ma’m, on that day?
...
I can’t write my way out a paper bag,
I don’t recall my having a stiff drink.
If I’m inebriated, it’s a drag;
For being drunk means having fun, you think?
The angel on my right announced “For shame!”
I can’t write my way out a paper bag!
“What were you thinking on that holy day?”
I don’t remember, everyone went stag!
The devil on my left said, “What a hag.
Don’t hear her, just listen to what I say.”
I can’t write my way out a paper bag!
Do you know what I did, ma’m, on that day?
...
#devil
#angels
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
655 reads
10 Comments
Amorous_tryst
Poem Published
29th Mar 2019 10:58pm
29th Mar 2019 10:58pm
I Wonder (Too)
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
772 reads
22 Comments
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