Poems About Life As A Writer Seeking Friendly Advice
#LifeAsAWriter
SourMelon0313
H
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Poem Published
15th Nov 2017 00:15am
15th Nov 2017 00:15am
I Am SourMelon0313
A poetess, I dare call myself-
yet lack experience
But that's okay-
I am here to learn
From the privacy of my room,
a purpose to express,
I bravely bring my heart here
Stepping up my game..
I learned..
There's more than just expressions of emotions,
that there is to poetry...
Improper grammars and unstructured formats..
I'd fault me English-second-language...!
But,
I know it's no excuse..
I am SourMelon0313-
I love Melons, ...
yet lack experience
But that's okay-
I am here to learn
From the privacy of my room,
a purpose to express,
I bravely bring my heart here
Stepping up my game..
I learned..
There's more than just expressions of emotions,
that there is to poetry...
Improper grammars and unstructured formats..
I'd fault me English-second-language...!
But,
I know it's no excuse..
I am SourMelon0313-
I love Melons, ...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#learning
#SelfDiscovery
748 reads
10 Comments
samael
Poem Published
13th Nov 2017 8:41pm
13th Nov 2017 8:41pm
Trapped in a conversation
Streaks of the mop water
on epoxy
sparkling
from a dingy yellow mop bucket
cleaned up a month before
makes the minute hand run slow
water dripping from the Polyvinyl chloride
everything i make i put in the oven
at threehundred and sixty five degrees
catches on fire
Fahrenheit feeds the devil
stabbing holes in the firewall
installing
whiskey wipers in all of the
small pink cars
big yellow trucks
the surgery patients with their rotator cuffs
drilling into
breaking bone
hip replacement's ...
on epoxy
sparkling
from a dingy yellow mop bucket
cleaned up a month before
makes the minute hand run slow
water dripping from the Polyvinyl chloride
everything i make i put in the oven
at threehundred and sixty five degrees
catches on fire
Fahrenheit feeds the devil
stabbing holes in the firewall
installing
whiskey wipers in all of the
small pink cars
big yellow trucks
the surgery patients with their rotator cuffs
drilling into
breaking bone
hip replacement's ...
#LifeAsAWriter
510 reads
0 Comments
SimpleTon
Poem Published
12th Nov 2017 6:36pm
12th Nov 2017 6:36pm
whorehouse ice box
WWW.WHORESONICE.com
Welcome to the website of necrophilac paradise,
The first and only hotel of its kind to specialize in this form of vice.
A hotel inspector described us as " the whorehouse ice box who serve whores as well as whisky on the rocks!."
Perversion used to be limited to judges, top police officers, business men and politicians.
When it comes to cadavers we have the widest selection.
We keep corpses fresh through a special process of refrigeration.
They look as if they just dropped dead, perfect for authentic deviant sex.
The...
Welcome to the website of necrophilac paradise,
The first and only hotel of its kind to specialize in this form of vice.
A hotel inspector described us as " the whorehouse ice box who serve whores as well as whisky on the rocks!."
Perversion used to be limited to judges, top police officers, business men and politicians.
When it comes to cadavers we have the widest selection.
We keep corpses fresh through a special process of refrigeration.
They look as if they just dropped dead, perfect for authentic deviant sex.
The...
#LifeAsAWriter
592 reads
2 Comments
emoboi24
Nik-Forever
Nik-Forever
Poem Published
12th Nov 2017 11:54am
12th Nov 2017 11:54am
Random scribbles
Through this door you will see the depths of me, you wish you could erase. As you walk down these broken wooden stairs, splinters piercing the sides of your bare feet. The darkness is almost all you can see but you keep walking slowly.
The deeper you get, the louder the sounds.
The Screams.
The Sobbing.
You’re getting closer to my pain.
You’re getting closer to my demons.
Listen to them sing you to sleep with their screams!
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Write your words down on little pieces of paper,
Roll them up and place them inside...
The deeper you get, the louder the sounds.
The Screams.
The Sobbing.
You’re getting closer to my pain.
You’re getting closer to my demons.
Listen to them sing you to sleep with their screams!
/
\
Write your words down on little pieces of paper,
Roll them up and place them inside...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#passion
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emoboi24
Nik-Forever
Nik-Forever
Poem Published
12th Nov 2017 11:48am
12th Nov 2017 11:48am
This is where I leave the love I had for you. Dead, broken and useless.
Shot after shot,
I lose myself in these thoughts.
Analysing the words that won’t disappear
Cause they’re blowing up my screen.
Wondering if I’m to blame like you tell me
Or if there’s more to this situation than you’re showing me.
I think there are things you’re hiding...
And I ignore the signs that lie in the colours of your eyes.
I just want one more day...
Before this all gets torn apart,
Before you forcefully rip my reasons for being from my smile.
And I sit here like a child begging not to be beaten.
Begging for...
I lose myself in these thoughts.
Analysing the words that won’t disappear
Cause they’re blowing up my screen.
Wondering if I’m to blame like you tell me
Or if there’s more to this situation than you’re showing me.
I think there are things you’re hiding...
And I ignore the signs that lie in the colours of your eyes.
I just want one more day...
Before this all gets torn apart,
Before you forcefully rip my reasons for being from my smile.
And I sit here like a child begging not to be beaten.
Begging for...
#LifeAsAWriter
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bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
11th Nov 2017 2:04am
11th Nov 2017 2:04am
Paradise
to an island in the ocean
up and down in constant motion
leaving what we knew behind
believing that we will find
paradise with warm winds blowing
waterfalls from cool springs flowing
peace of mind with joyful hearts
the end of ends, the start of starts
sunrise, sunsets, stars at night
full moon rising reflecting light
on the water dappled drops
light keeps moving, never stops
you are with me, we're together
we're in motion, there's no tether
holding us to what has passed
knowing that our love will...
up and down in constant motion
leaving what we knew behind
believing that we will find
paradise with warm winds blowing
waterfalls from cool springs flowing
peace of mind with joyful hearts
the end of ends, the start of starts
sunrise, sunsets, stars at night
full moon rising reflecting light
on the water dappled drops
light keeps moving, never stops
you are with me, we're together
we're in motion, there's no tether
holding us to what has passed
knowing that our love will...
#LifeAsAWriter
978 reads
4 Comments
samael
Poem Published
9th Nov 2017 5:44pm
9th Nov 2017 5:44pm
Practical pallbearer
Clocked out
free for the next 30 minutes
i lean back in my chair
slouch
tilt my head to the right
resting on my hand
i close my eyes and drift
the light
fades
into
focus
pine trees covered
with the whitest snow
dusting every branch
of every tree
for a hundred miles
on partial green mountain tops
with slopes to slide down
treacherous walks
ready to be taken
i hope nature takes back this world
i hope our cities
fall to ruin
and vines grow through ...
free for the next 30 minutes
i lean back in my chair
slouch
tilt my head to the right
resting on my hand
i close my eyes and drift
the light
fades
into
focus
pine trees covered
with the whitest snow
dusting every branch
of every tree
for a hundred miles
on partial green mountain tops
with slopes to slide down
treacherous walks
ready to be taken
i hope nature takes back this world
i hope our cities
fall to ruin
and vines grow through ...
#LifeAsAWriter
619 reads
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Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
9th Nov 2017 8:04am
9th Nov 2017 8:04am
When I fell in love
a noisy crowd
a new year party
alone among the revellers
my eyes met his
and drowned in its brown depth
he took my hands
for the last dance
an auld lang syne
to an old year
and our beginning
there was no questions
of what where or why
just an acceptance
that we belonged
and we dove-tailed
In love.
Grace 2017
a new year party
alone among the revellers
my eyes met his
and drowned in its brown depth
he took my hands
for the last dance
an auld lang syne
to an old year
and our beginning
there was no questions
of what where or why
just an acceptance
that we belonged
and we dove-tailed
In love.
Grace 2017
#love
#dreams
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#passion
734 reads
4 Comments
samael
Poem Published
8th Nov 2017 8:59pm
8th Nov 2017 8:59pm
Welcome to the underground
Welcome to the underground
the DU mistress watches over this place
no rhyme or reason because it's up in your face
crawl through the sewer
and slip through the grates
don't forget to bring your words
because it just might seal your fate
theres usually only 30 members on at a time
it's nice and cozy
pull up a chair or lay down a line
Taryn is friendly
but not afraid to critique
crimsin brought the candy
and
now you have no will to speak
AtoMikbomb is steady droppin images inside of you
smackdownraven...
the DU mistress watches over this place
no rhyme or reason because it's up in your face
crawl through the sewer
and slip through the grates
don't forget to bring your words
because it just might seal your fate
theres usually only 30 members on at a time
it's nice and cozy
pull up a chair or lay down a line
Taryn is friendly
but not afraid to critique
crimsin brought the candy
and
now you have no will to speak
AtoMikbomb is steady droppin images inside of you
smackdownraven...
#LifeAsAWriter
787 reads
6 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
8th Nov 2017 6:06am
8th Nov 2017 6:06am
harmonizing (2)
I know you know
everything
you know I know
something sings
every time we
harmonize
mystic moments
a surprise
far away yet
deep within
tantalizing
as we're in
interacting
biofields
minds and hearts whose
power yields
a shared rhythm
breathing in
breathing out and
then back in
riding waves of
consciousness
knowing you are
just the best
you know I know
something sings
I know you know
everything
mystic moments
a...
everything
you know I know
something sings
every time we
harmonize
mystic moments
a surprise
far away yet
deep within
tantalizing
as we're in
interacting
biofields
minds and hearts whose
power yields
a shared rhythm
breathing in
breathing out and
then back in
riding waves of
consciousness
knowing you are
just the best
you know I know
something sings
I know you know
everything
mystic moments
a...
#LifeAsAWriter
758 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
7th Nov 2017 8:07am
7th Nov 2017 8:07am
Dance Macabre
Dance Nocturne
August night, is an abyss hotter than the day
and the wind the blows was born in hell.
From open windows in their dark interior
the primal scream of lovemaking,
wriggling bodies trying to produce a child
that like them soon will die, but first, it must
go to through the ritual called love, which is but a primitive
urge to copulate the planting of seed before sinking
underground spent and forgotten in the mass graves
of boredom, decorated with flowers
that radiates death to come.
The Tasmanian tiger howls...
August night, is an abyss hotter than the day
and the wind the blows was born in hell.
From open windows in their dark interior
the primal scream of lovemaking,
wriggling bodies trying to produce a child
that like them soon will die, but first, it must
go to through the ritual called love, which is but a primitive
urge to copulate the planting of seed before sinking
underground spent and forgotten in the mass graves
of boredom, decorated with flowers
that radiates death to come.
The Tasmanian tiger howls...
#LifeAsAWriter
506 reads
1 Comment
samael
Poem Published
5th Nov 2017 7:02pm
5th Nov 2017 7:02pm
La luz de luna
We are strangers playing lovers
in a dream house built for 2
scooch on over barbie
or i'll tear apart your plastic glue
ping
ping
ping
hail hits the roof
now you can't get to sleep
the bugs are crawling through the holes
the landlord man is very cheap
slide those shoes
off
dance barefoot on the wooden floor
don't mind the full moons fingernails
this horror movies filled with gore
gracious is the host
we'll throw a party in the house
i'd hope that you would be the cat ...
in a dream house built for 2
scooch on over barbie
or i'll tear apart your plastic glue
ping
ping
ping
hail hits the roof
now you can't get to sleep
the bugs are crawling through the holes
the landlord man is very cheap
slide those shoes
off
dance barefoot on the wooden floor
don't mind the full moons fingernails
this horror movies filled with gore
gracious is the host
we'll throw a party in the house
i'd hope that you would be the cat ...
#LifeAsAWriter
616 reads
1 Comment
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