Poems About Life As A Writer Seeking Friendly Advice
#LifeAsAWriter
Brian_Riley96
Poem Published
25th Aug 2017 5:52pm
25th Aug 2017 5:52pm
When heroes grow old
My father would always shout when he'd ask for a wrench.
He'd say I could never get it right.
The wrench I'd get was never quite the right fit.
He would get mad and we'd fight.
Heaven forbid I accidentally got the wrong drill bit.
I got tired of the yelling and swears.
It all changed one day though.
Now when he gets mad he just shows this exhausted, sunken, face that he wears.
It all happened too quick, but at first it had been slow.
...
He'd say I could never get it right.
The wrench I'd get was never quite the right fit.
He would get mad and we'd fight.
Heaven forbid I accidentally got the wrong drill bit.
I got tired of the yelling and swears.
It all changed one day though.
Now when he gets mad he just shows this exhausted, sunken, face that he wears.
It all happened too quick, but at first it had been slow.
...
#happiness
#LifeAsAWriter
#dialogue #learning
#dialogue #learning
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
25th Aug 2017 7:40am
25th Aug 2017 7:40am
N/A
to each their own mission;
through human condition;
most want a million dollars;
I want a meal, and you;
just living in another land;
nothing "other than" comes true;
most want forty arcres and a mule;
one no longer wants to be an overused tool....
staring down one's reflection in a pool;
one just wants the spoon, when the chilly arrives;
the only thing that seems real....
...
through human condition;
most want a million dollars;
I want a meal, and you;
just living in another land;
nothing "other than" comes true;
most want forty arcres and a mule;
one no longer wants to be an overused tool....
staring down one's reflection in a pool;
one just wants the spoon, when the chilly arrives;
the only thing that seems real....
...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#EatingDisorder
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Brian_Riley96
Poem Published
25th Aug 2017 3:14am
25th Aug 2017 3:14am
1248 Latham Road
My mind drifts relentlessly back to you.
To a time that my imagination was ever restless.
Childhood, a chance to be guilt free and innocent.
I try to fool myself daily into thinking life can be like it once was.
Struggling to be something I'm not is just ignorance.
Remembrance of what once was and shall never be again
the chains of adulthood drag me further from my creativity.
Memories of "army tag" with my brother and friends
We fought these skirmishes with rotten apples from the back yard, or...
To a time that my imagination was ever restless.
Childhood, a chance to be guilt free and innocent.
I try to fool myself daily into thinking life can be like it once was.
Struggling to be something I'm not is just ignorance.
Remembrance of what once was and shall never be again
the chains of adulthood drag me further from my creativity.
Memories of "army tag" with my brother and friends
We fought these skirmishes with rotten apples from the back yard, or...
#SelfHarm
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Nameless_Traveler
Poem Published
25th Aug 2017 3:04am
25th Aug 2017 3:04am
This Place
Sometimes I feel like I came to this place for someone else...
I don't think I was ever supposed to be here but my empathy ties me to this place.
I believe that one day I will leave this place...
...Maybe when my disinterest overtakes me or when I finally find that "bottom" part of rock bottom and fall through it to something better
I'm reaching for somewhere that does not exist in this place
--
My place
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew...
I don't think I was ever supposed to be here but my empathy ties me to this place.
I believe that one day I will leave this place...
...Maybe when my disinterest overtakes me or when I finally find that "bottom" part of rock bottom and fall through it to something better
I'm reaching for somewhere that does not exist in this place
--
My place
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew...
#LifeAsAWriter
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KrystalG
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2017 5:35am
23rd Aug 2017 5:35am
Puzzle
Deeper and deeper
You go, all day
Deeper and deeper
Is what, they say
All the thoughts
And all the words
Will come together, truly, unheard
What comes up
Must go deep
Until you're satisfied
With the seed,
Planted within in your mind,
Then you will see,
Deep, is blind
It beckons me
Now I know that this deeply makes no sense
But pause for just a second
I'll give you a hint
You are curiouser and curiouser I reckon
So here's the hint
Blind is to go deep,
And deep...
You go, all day
Deeper and deeper
Is what, they say
All the thoughts
And all the words
Will come together, truly, unheard
What comes up
Must go deep
Until you're satisfied
With the seed,
Planted within in your mind,
Then you will see,
Deep, is blind
It beckons me
Now I know that this deeply makes no sense
But pause for just a second
I'll give you a hint
You are curiouser and curiouser I reckon
So here's the hint
Blind is to go deep,
And deep...
#LifeAsAWriter
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eswaller
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 5:07am
21st Aug 2017 5:07am
Finding Balance
Do you want the complete and honest truth?
I am one step away from losing my calm
And cool composure. Our years of youth
Are slipping away from the palm
Of our hands so I am not going to
Be playing games anymore. I am not going
To show you my one weakness which is you
And nobody else. You should be knowing
Me well enough that my silence
Is easily an answer for you. I cannot
Keep trying anymore. I have to find my balance
First before anything else. I never forgot
You or how you made me feel,
But I am not going to tell you any ...
I am one step away from losing my calm
And cool composure. Our years of youth
Are slipping away from the palm
Of our hands so I am not going to
Be playing games anymore. I am not going
To show you my one weakness which is you
And nobody else. You should be knowing
Me well enough that my silence
Is easily an answer for you. I cannot
Keep trying anymore. I have to find my balance
First before anything else. I never forgot
You or how you made me feel,
But I am not going to tell you any ...
#SelfHarm
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 1:04am
21st Aug 2017 1:04am
Access Denied
questioning the very free in verse;
originality leans on research;
each second between one's breath;
each second between one's blink;
these functions aren't rehearsed;
it flows like the deep sea;
as things surface on the shore,
and unsure of one's humanity;
one's digestive system constipated;
one's capacity to withstand,
frequently drained despite what's concentrated;
automatic...
originality leans on research;
each second between one's breath;
each second between one's blink;
these functions aren't rehearsed;
it flows like the deep sea;
as things surface on the shore,
and unsure of one's humanity;
one's digestive system constipated;
one's capacity to withstand,
frequently drained despite what's concentrated;
automatic...
#rejection
#dark
#FreeVerse
#LifeAsAWriter
#escape
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Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
20th Aug 2017 7:05am
20th Aug 2017 7:05am
The Intruder
I sat reluctantly by examination's order,
And was subsequently fed by intuity's feeder.
Then she came singing aloud,
Sending in array cluster's voice crowd.
With her tune piercing my hear,
My brain did itch and my eyes feared.
'Cos the brain is directed,
To her voice till the eyes is perfected.
With Joyful heart i looked wearily,
While she danced yet and sang heartily.
'Phew...phew',she disturbed my peace,
Till my eyes did theirselves fixed.
She wouldn't go without a scare;
It's the weaver- naked and bare. ...
And was subsequently fed by intuity's feeder.
Then she came singing aloud,
Sending in array cluster's voice crowd.
With her tune piercing my hear,
My brain did itch and my eyes feared.
'Cos the brain is directed,
To her voice till the eyes is perfected.
With Joyful heart i looked wearily,
While she danced yet and sang heartily.
'Phew...phew',she disturbed my peace,
Till my eyes did theirselves fixed.
She wouldn't go without a scare;
It's the weaver- naked and bare. ...
#secrets
#lies
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#deception
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Kimchimuse
Poem Published
20th Aug 2017 5:27am
20th Aug 2017 5:27am
an empty bed
My soul sleeps uneasy and, I dream of you my barren orchid.
Your pale lips were frail petals, no easy bloom guaranteed.
Please linger and be merciful, my emptiness knows no end.
--sijo form
Your pale lips were frail petals, no easy bloom guaranteed.
Please linger and be merciful, my emptiness knows no end.
--sijo form
#SelfHarm
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment #SelfReflection
#LifeChangingMoment #SelfReflection
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eswaller
Poem Published
19th Aug 2017 00:40am
19th Aug 2017 00:40am
Not Perfect
There is nothing that is perfect in this world
And we are no exception. There is still hope
Lingering in the background. The words, curled
Up around my tongue. I love you. If this rope
Slips from our grasp this time around then I am
Afraid we are going to lose each other for good
And nothing will ever be the same. I want to slam
My fist into the wall, but the splintering wood
And plaster will do nothing to ease the fuming
Anger or frustration on the inside. We took a lot
Of work to make sure our flowers were blooming
Through...
And we are no exception. There is still hope
Lingering in the background. The words, curled
Up around my tongue. I love you. If this rope
Slips from our grasp this time around then I am
Afraid we are going to lose each other for good
And nothing will ever be the same. I want to slam
My fist into the wall, but the splintering wood
And plaster will do nothing to ease the fuming
Anger or frustration on the inside. We took a lot
Of work to make sure our flowers were blooming
Through...
#LifeAsAWriter
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eswaller
Poem Published
17th Aug 2017 9:28pm
17th Aug 2017 9:28pm
Life's Bad Hand
I walked away and now you cannot leave me alone.
Screw this world and life that gave us both a bad hand.
I feel it all seeping through every weary and tired bone.
I sink every single part of my body into the heavy sand
To keep myself anchored because my anchor in you
Is gone. My parents raised me to be respectful and be
Kind to everyone. There some people in this world who
Do not deserve it, not because they are bad people but
Because they do not get it from us. Darling, they dare
To criticize us while “trying” to pull us out of this rut.
Some...
Screw this world and life that gave us both a bad hand.
I feel it all seeping through every weary and tired bone.
I sink every single part of my body into the heavy sand
To keep myself anchored because my anchor in you
Is gone. My parents raised me to be respectful and be
Kind to everyone. There some people in this world who
Do not deserve it, not because they are bad people but
Because they do not get it from us. Darling, they dare
To criticize us while “trying” to pull us out of this rut.
Some...
#LifeAsAWriter
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oskar
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 8:33am
15th Aug 2017 8:33am
the marriage
The hotel room in St. Asaph (Wales), was damp
and smelt of spent body passion, I didn’t have a coin
for the gas metre; in the decomposing bed a woman
Snored, and from the depth of my soul
the beginning of an anguished scream.
the morning was ashen as my face and find drizzle fell.
The hotel bar was closed, I walked for bone aching
for miles while the heaven descended.
Apocalypse Now!
No such look, when the clouds parted the hills
where green with grazing sheep on.
Dear God, where were you yesterday when I married
a scullery...
and smelt of spent body passion, I didn’t have a coin
for the gas metre; in the decomposing bed a woman
Snored, and from the depth of my soul
the beginning of an anguished scream.
the morning was ashen as my face and find drizzle fell.
The hotel bar was closed, I walked for bone aching
for miles while the heaven descended.
Apocalypse Now!
No such look, when the clouds parted the hills
where green with grazing sheep on.
Dear God, where were you yesterday when I married
a scullery...
#LifeAsAWriter
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