Poems About Life As A Writer Seeking Friendly Advice
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IntoTheRain
Poem Published
4th Nov 2017 3:49pm
4th Nov 2017 3:49pm
Rear View Mirror
It was two months before I let myself cry over it.
Sitting alone on the bed,
it crushed me like a mountain.
It laid me out flat and cold.
I cried until my eyes went red and fell out.
I knew then I still had some healing to do.
That night I felt like an empty field.
Every tune on the radio broke my heart all over again.
When I woke in the morning- the feeling still remained.
I imagined the day they would come get me.
“You are leaving West Virginia”,
reads the sign in the rear view mirror.
We would drive miles through...
Sitting alone on the bed,
it crushed me like a mountain.
It laid me out flat and cold.
I cried until my eyes went red and fell out.
I knew then I still had some healing to do.
That night I felt like an empty field.
Every tune on the radio broke my heart all over again.
When I woke in the morning- the feeling still remained.
I imagined the day they would come get me.
“You are leaving West Virginia”,
reads the sign in the rear view mirror.
We would drive miles through...
#LifeAsAWriter
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Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2017 1:00pm
2nd Nov 2017 1:00pm
Everything can be Forgotten
He was a translator and accomplished poet.
A professor having been knighted
By a king of Portugal.
Leaving two sons who
Survived him when he died.
And he remembered none of it by then.
Murmuring how "Everything can be forgotten"
When every memory had parted ways.
Except a few words marked as the poet's,
In between long periods of bird calls
As winds from beyond
Parted the branches of trees.
The sentinels standing silent watched
When the birds carried the poet away.
It came to me: the...
A professor having been knighted
By a king of Portugal.
Leaving two sons who
Survived him when he died.
And he remembered none of it by then.
Murmuring how "Everything can be forgotten"
When every memory had parted ways.
Except a few words marked as the poet's,
In between long periods of bird calls
As winds from beyond
Parted the branches of trees.
The sentinels standing silent watched
When the birds carried the poet away.
It came to me: the...
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories #MentalHealth
#memories #MentalHealth
706 reads
5 Comments
SimpleTon
Poem Published
31st Oct 2017 11:20am
31st Oct 2017 11:20am
Email Hell of a real estate deal
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We guarantee you, yes you will not be forgiven for your sins, do not go to church and do not read...
#LifeAsAWriter
702 reads
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XoxHeatherlea
Poem Published
29th Oct 2017 6:37am
29th Oct 2017 6:37am
Safe Word "Bitch Baby"
Cold, sharp blade in hand as I begin
to cut deeply in, nice and slow
I feel my heat begin to rise
The moment your blood starts to flow
Down my thigh pussy juice goes
As your cries get louder I can't help but wonder'
"Will the neighbors call the cops, or will your whining be masked by the thunder?"
As I tighten the chain I sever a vein
Tell me lover, can you handle all this pain?
I'd hate to have to cut into you deeper because you couldn't remember the damn safe word again.
to cut deeply in, nice and slow
I feel my heat begin to rise
The moment your blood starts to flow
Down my thigh pussy juice goes
As your cries get louder I can't help but wonder'
"Will the neighbors call the cops, or will your whining be masked by the thunder?"
As I tighten the chain I sever a vein
Tell me lover, can you handle all this pain?
I'd hate to have to cut into you deeper because you couldn't remember the damn safe word again.
#conflict
#dreams
#LifeAsAWriter
#sleep
#nightmares
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Oct 2017 8:34am
28th Oct 2017 8:34am
the rulers
The rulers
The poor rule the world, live in badly built flats
buy plastic rubbish for the children as toys.
They can`t cook and their diet is fat and disgusting,
but without them, the rich would not be wealthy,
fewer cars on the roads full of potholes as there
would no one to keep the road drivable.
And their big offices would stink as no one cleaned
them, which really doesn`t matter as lifts would
be out of order, and no janitors to change light bulbs.
So you see, the poor are privileged they are
the rulers of our modern society...
The poor rule the world, live in badly built flats
buy plastic rubbish for the children as toys.
They can`t cook and their diet is fat and disgusting,
but without them, the rich would not be wealthy,
fewer cars on the roads full of potholes as there
would no one to keep the road drivable.
And their big offices would stink as no one cleaned
them, which really doesn`t matter as lifts would
be out of order, and no janitors to change light bulbs.
So you see, the poor are privileged they are
the rulers of our modern society...
#LifeAsAWriter
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bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
27th Oct 2017 9:31pm
27th Oct 2017 9:31pm
Thinking
I think I'm so clever
I think I'm so smart
I think I know everything
that I'm the bright spark
shining so brightly
as I illuminate
I think I think thinking
is what makes me great
I'm telepathic
I know what you feel
I know that it's feelings
that make thinking real
sometimes the river
the turbulent stream
of thinking I'm thinking
seems like a dream
still I am thinking
watching my thoughts
resisting attraction
by watching air brought
with each inhalation
the...
I think I'm so smart
I think I know everything
that I'm the bright spark
shining so brightly
as I illuminate
I think I think thinking
is what makes me great
I'm telepathic
I know what you feel
I know that it's feelings
that make thinking real
sometimes the river
the turbulent stream
of thinking I'm thinking
seems like a dream
still I am thinking
watching my thoughts
resisting attraction
by watching air brought
with each inhalation
the...
#hope
#dreams
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
1018 reads
11 Comments
samael
Poem Published
27th Oct 2017 5:01pm
27th Oct 2017 5:01pm
Eat my heart first won’t you
Even you’re cigarette smoke
tastes
as sweet
as you look
you’re twice
as deadly
than a Stephen King book
hooking in your claws
dragging off to feed
i may only scream a little
but you like it when i bleed
sinking in your teeth
tearing of the skin from bone
it hurts less than this pain
that you’ve left me here and all alone
tastes
as sweet
as you look
you’re twice
as deadly
than a Stephen King book
hooking in your claws
dragging off to feed
i may only scream a little
but you like it when i bleed
sinking in your teeth
tearing of the skin from bone
it hurts less than this pain
that you’ve left me here and all alone
#LifeAsAWriter
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XoxHeatherlea
Poem Published
27th Oct 2017 1:55pm
27th Oct 2017 1:55pm
Unfamiliar Reflection
I Saw This Girl Today With A Smile On Her Face.
It Was Weird, Somehow
No One Ever Smiles These Days Just For No Reason,
Everyone Has Bitch Face.
I Looked At Her,
Puzzled
She Looked Back The Same Way,
So I Turned From The Mirror
And Backed The Fuck Away.
It Was Weird, Somehow
No One Ever Smiles These Days Just For No Reason,
Everyone Has Bitch Face.
I Looked At Her,
Puzzled
She Looked Back The Same Way,
So I Turned From The Mirror
And Backed The Fuck Away.
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
577 reads
10 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
24th Oct 2017 3:40am
24th Oct 2017 3:40am
Fantasy behind pearly curtains
a visual poem
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#learning
#admiration
#heroic
1104 reads
12 Comments
shelbythicke
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2017 9:30pm
23rd Oct 2017 9:30pm
Loss
all I can say is in the end
you start to remember the beginning
I looked up to you
I felt your pain
I cried on your shoulder more times than I have
to my biological parents
you were too young
you were supposed to always be there for me
how could you leave me all alone?
who's supposed to walk me down the aisle now?
my heart is broken
if Heaven wasn't so far away
I would be there with you
to tell you goodbye and I love you
one more time
will get me through
until that day
which will never come
I...
you start to remember the beginning
I looked up to you
I felt your pain
I cried on your shoulder more times than I have
to my biological parents
you were too young
you were supposed to always be there for me
how could you leave me all alone?
who's supposed to walk me down the aisle now?
my heart is broken
if Heaven wasn't so far away
I would be there with you
to tell you goodbye and I love you
one more time
will get me through
until that day
which will never come
I...
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545 reads
2 Comments
amari25
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2017 8:43pm
23rd Oct 2017 8:43pm
I cant
I'm sorry when you just wanted to fuck
That i cried
To feel your touch made everything shatter i bottle up deep inside.
I can't go on not feeling your love is breaking me more.
I want to hide away
Lock the door
grab my legs
Just cry
Everytime i see you a little more of me dies.
My only get away
There but not
Im falling
Im screaming
Im bleeding
I cant go on
When we are like this i feel incomplete
Not feeling that you feel like me
Just sad
Crying again inside all day long.
I...
That i cried
To feel your touch made everything shatter i bottle up deep inside.
I can't go on not feeling your love is breaking me more.
I want to hide away
Lock the door
grab my legs
Just cry
Everytime i see you a little more of me dies.
My only get away
There but not
Im falling
Im screaming
Im bleeding
I cant go on
When we are like this i feel incomplete
Not feeling that you feel like me
Just sad
Crying again inside all day long.
I...
#LifeAsAWriter
572 reads
5 Comments
amari25
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2017 7:23pm
22nd Oct 2017 7:23pm
Pattern
Baby lets just call this a night
Growing weary of fighting this fiğht
I dont think i can take one more broken promise
I cant take one more lie
Hold me in your arms tell me it will be different this time
But baby you and i know that isnt true
I fall
You dont
Back into the pattern of loving
Wanting and needing you .
Growing weary of fighting this fiğht
I dont think i can take one more broken promise
I cant take one more lie
Hold me in your arms tell me it will be different this time
But baby you and i know that isnt true
I fall
You dont
Back into the pattern of loving
Wanting and needing you .
#LifeAsAWriter
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