Poems About Life As A Writer Seeking Friendly Advice
#LifeAsAWriter
oskar
Poem Published
11th Jun 2018 10:10am
11th Jun 2018 10:10am
Doris Day
Doris Day.
I had something on my mind but Doris day
keep coming in making me hum one of her songs.
There was a foul sex murder in Milan which
a man confessed to, but it was found guilty
she had precipitated in the deed and was jailed,
bet she didn’t bother to sing one of Doris Day's
songs. Four years later they found her innocent
and set her free she hastily went back to
the USA, which was a shrewd move to a new court case
found her guilty again and can't go back to Italy,
a shame really she after four years in prison spoke...
I had something on my mind but Doris day
keep coming in making me hum one of her songs.
There was a foul sex murder in Milan which
a man confessed to, but it was found guilty
she had precipitated in the deed and was jailed,
bet she didn’t bother to sing one of Doris Day's
songs. Four years later they found her innocent
and set her free she hastily went back to
the USA, which was a shrewd move to a new court case
found her guilty again and can't go back to Italy,
a shame really she after four years in prison spoke...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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oskar
Poem Published
10th Jun 2018 1:18pm
10th Jun 2018 1:18pm
grace
Grace
In Livorno, I touched the wings
of a silky butterfly which had come
to join me at the table.
I had only meant to feel its beauty
but my coarse fingers damaged
delicate wings.
It tried to fly but lost height and
landed in my beer glass; fished it
out but only damaged it more
on an iron table painted summer
green, beside a vase of scented
flowers a fragile life ended.
In Livorno, I touched the wings
of a silky butterfly which had come
to join me at the table.
I had only meant to feel its beauty
but my coarse fingers damaged
delicate wings.
It tried to fly but lost height and
landed in my beer glass; fished it
out but only damaged it more
on an iron table painted summer
green, beside a vase of scented
flowers a fragile life ended.
#fairies
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#aliens
#PowerOfWords
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rockyriver
Poem Published
5th Jun 2018 10:49pm
5th Jun 2018 10:49pm
True Story
Once upon a time
once upon a rhyme
a life of tangled dreams
kept the truth
in circumscription.
A maiden walked along
with a notebook close beside her
looking for the truth
when she came upon a Writer.
He invited her to look
upon His written storybook
and her heart began to love
as she read His words in ink
which her heart could understand
but her mind would overthink.
He gazed at her with joy
and she wondered how He’d chosen
to look beyond her failures
and to shape her with His poems.
She...
once upon a rhyme
a life of tangled dreams
kept the truth
in circumscription.
A maiden walked along
with a notebook close beside her
looking for the truth
when she came upon a Writer.
He invited her to look
upon His written storybook
and her heart began to love
as she read His words in ink
which her heart could understand
but her mind would overthink.
He gazed at her with joy
and she wondered how He’d chosen
to look beyond her failures
and to shape her with His poems.
She...
#God
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife #SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife #SelfDiscovery
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
1st Jun 2018 1:46pm
1st Jun 2018 1:46pm
INK
( a modern Sonnet )
From shades of green to black my iris ink,
The difference ‘twixt the two like day & night.
Though not a carbon copy, you might think,
My mind would pool your image in its sight.
The color green was knowing in your youth,
A time when tiger stripes meant just a cat.
Then years ahead, a vision’s cyber truth,
Would sway your mind, or was it just like that?
At last, though neither of us saw it come,
The moment (one two three) forgot to breathe.
Instead of your decide to break and run, ...
From shades of green to black my iris ink,
The difference ‘twixt the two like day & night.
Though not a carbon copy, you might think,
My mind would pool your image in its sight.
The color green was knowing in your youth,
A time when tiger stripes meant just a cat.
Then years ahead, a vision’s cyber truth,
Would sway your mind, or was it just like that?
At last, though neither of us saw it come,
The moment (one two three) forgot to breathe.
Instead of your decide to break and run, ...
#love
#lover
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LongDistanceRelationship
1236 reads
10 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
24th May 2018 6:53am
24th May 2018 6:53am
Words of a Dying Poet
Darling, these are my last words before the pen will
Run out of ink or before the paper runs out of space.
The words that will no longer stay motionless or still.
This is like taking my last breath and when you trace
Over the words you will feel the whole world come
To back to life. You will feel the air within your lungs
And you will feel the tears coming, making you numb.
Will the legacy continue to be written on our tongues?
Will you remember me? Or maybe you will recall me
From another lifetime… the woman sitting in the corner
At...
Run out of ink or before the paper runs out of space.
The words that will no longer stay motionless or still.
This is like taking my last breath and when you trace
Over the words you will feel the whole world come
To back to life. You will feel the air within your lungs
And you will feel the tears coming, making you numb.
Will the legacy continue to be written on our tongues?
Will you remember me? Or maybe you will recall me
From another lifetime… the woman sitting in the corner
At...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
600 reads
4 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
14th May 2018 1:51pm
14th May 2018 1:51pm
He Always Thanks Me When I Come
( an erotic double Sonnet )
In all my years I never knew a one
Of man or boy that fell in love with me,
Who was polite when after sex was done,
To grateful show how good the act can be.
And then I met a man of po’em bent
With virtue for the formula of rhyme.
‘Twas on a Friday on the Internet,
Who showed the art of love, Bob Dylan-time.
But how he did, it titillated one;
It was distracting what he did with words.
For cyber-scening he would use his tongue,
O! What it did and what it would prefer.
...
In all my years I never knew a one
Of man or boy that fell in love with me,
Who was polite when after sex was done,
To grateful show how good the act can be.
And then I met a man of po’em bent
With virtue for the formula of rhyme.
‘Twas on a Friday on the Internet,
Who showed the art of love, Bob Dylan-time.
But how he did, it titillated one;
It was distracting what he did with words.
For cyber-scening he would use his tongue,
O! What it did and what it would prefer.
...
#lust
#erotic
#lover
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
867 reads
8 Comments
again
Poem Published
13th May 2018 5:41am
13th May 2018 5:41am
Don't Please No body miss
#LifeAsAWriter
359 reads
3 Comments
again
Poem Published
9th May 2018 4:47am
9th May 2018 4:47am
A sonnet will compose TOMORROW
A sonnet will compose TOMORROW
tomorrow never CUMMMS
HOW WILL EVER A SONNET
CUMMMMMM
ANY HOW WAIT AT SEA
A SONNET WILL CUMM TO ME
LET'S MAKE A START
She came in a large overflowing dressing gown
I dropped my pants, as my zippers fell apart
She smiled and said get it up, don't act a clown
I knew she was much smarter than smart, mine did dart
lovely I think you'd read me
but mine is an erotic race
difficult without fingers to see
some day 'twill be, keep pace
in real eroto...
tomorrow never CUMMMS
HOW WILL EVER A SONNET
CUMMMMMM
ANY HOW WAIT AT SEA
A SONNET WILL CUMM TO ME
LET'S MAKE A START
She came in a large overflowing dressing gown
I dropped my pants, as my zippers fell apart
She smiled and said get it up, don't act a clown
I knew she was much smarter than smart, mine did dart
lovely I think you'd read me
but mine is an erotic race
difficult without fingers to see
some day 'twill be, keep pace
in real eroto...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
aabbchot
Poem Published
25th Apr 2018 9:01am
25th Apr 2018 9:01am
AVOIDING POETRY INJURIES
Don't think about writing,
could be frightening,
makes less exciting,
unless nerd,
you'll produce written turd,
obscuring creative urge,
intellectuals may nuance all day,
equating clever play,
too many readers prone say,
producing written dirge anyway.
Writing about roaches on wall,
flowers on table in hall,
can't catch ball,
may be angelically distracting,
writers career counter acting,
poetry microscopic readership,
expand it with accessible written leadership,
bump t.v., movies,...
could be frightening,
makes less exciting,
unless nerd,
you'll produce written turd,
obscuring creative urge,
intellectuals may nuance all day,
equating clever play,
too many readers prone say,
producing written dirge anyway.
Writing about roaches on wall,
flowers on table in hall,
can't catch ball,
may be angelically distracting,
writers career counter acting,
poetry microscopic readership,
expand it with accessible written leadership,
bump t.v., movies,...
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
17th Apr 2018 10:43am
17th Apr 2018 10:43am
Candy Ass
As night slow-gestures from my prose,
There’s nothing I know that comes close;
The second dumpster to the right,
And straight on till the morning light.
There’s no sunrise can shed its night,
A sunset in the throes of flight,
That holds a promise near in debt,
A mutt that shakes its fur of wet.
As envied as the honored vet:
He’s known by other prison con
As zip code two four six O one,
Who...
There’s nothing I know that comes close;
The second dumpster to the right,
And straight on till the morning light.
There’s no sunrise can shed its night,
A sunset in the throes of flight,
That holds a promise near in debt,
A mutt that shakes its fur of wet.
As envied as the honored vet:
He’s known by other prison con
As zip code two four six O one,
Who...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #CharlesBukowski
#WritingPoetry #CharlesBukowski
829 reads
8 Comments
jidoski365
Poem Published
15th Apr 2018 11:59pm
15th Apr 2018 11:59pm
Chronicles of the night
Chronicles of the night,quiet,cold and not bright. Beautiful,peaceful as it spreads the blanket of darkness on earth,bold in its uniqueness and greatness.
Olajide Oribamise (@jidoski365)
Olajide Oribamise (@jidoski365)
#moon
#night
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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eleven_mashariki
Poem Published
13th Apr 2018 12:20pm
13th Apr 2018 12:20pm
THE LITTLE FEATHER
Said she to the wind,
"Take me to the West"
"To the West?"
"Yes, to the West!"
The wind laughed hard.
Said he...
I know not where that is.
However,
I'll take you with me.
To the West and to the East,
To the North and to the South...
If you insist.
"Take me to the West"
"To the West?"
"Yes, to the West!"
The wind laughed hard.
Said he...
I know not where that is.
However,
I'll take you with me.
To the West and to the East,
To the North and to the South...
If you insist.
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
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