Poems About Life As A Writer Seeking Honest Critique
#LifeAsAWriter
Unattainable
Meeting passion founts, elation unattainable
Loving beyond reach, possession unattainable.
Carved pains from which to heal, an abiding endeavour
As mind pleasure, satisfaction unattainable.
Passion and reason in soul, harmony far to reach
Refining a soul, perfection unattainable.
Boundless words poetry, a wonder to uncover
Soaring fancy, destination unattainable.
Beauty, insight of the mind, rainbows of perception
Like truth core, the heart distinction unattainable.
Love, ever Life in motion, the soul rebirth and...
Loving beyond reach, possession unattainable.
Carved pains from which to heal, an abiding endeavour
As mind pleasure, satisfaction unattainable.
Passion and reason in soul, harmony far to reach
Refining a soul, perfection unattainable.
Boundless words poetry, a wonder to uncover
Soaring fancy, destination unattainable.
Beauty, insight of the mind, rainbows of perception
Like truth core, the heart distinction unattainable.
Love, ever Life in motion, the soul rebirth and...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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8 Comments
Serpent Coil
Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
A dagger gleams before my eye,
The serpent coils beneath the flower's care.
The witches chant their eldritch prayer,
The cauldron bubbles, vapors rise
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
"Out, brief candle!" Life laid bare,
A shadow struts, its hour nigh,
The serpent coils beneath the flower's care.
The stars retreat, their fires rare,
Desires burn where secrets lie
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
In thunder, lightning, poisoned air,
Ambition bids the...
A dagger gleams before my eye,
The serpent coils beneath the flower's care.
The witches chant their eldritch prayer,
The cauldron bubbles, vapors rise
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
"Out, brief candle!" Life laid bare,
A shadow struts, its hour nigh,
The serpent coils beneath the flower's care.
The stars retreat, their fires rare,
Desires burn where secrets lie
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
In thunder, lightning, poisoned air,
Ambition bids the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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1 Comment
Thanks for watching over me
I write these words ✍️ from pen to paper, as well l give thanks to GOD ALMIGHTY, 😇 for what he has done for me 🙏 over my journey and travel and walk. FOR I am grateful as I am yes thankful 🙏 as I am blessed ❤️ in more ways than one to still, being here right here in now. I truly thank my faith and my perseverance for not giving up without a future fight, for sure I would rather be on my feet than being on my knees for he isn't ready for me to come home 🏡 For sure I am a firm believer that it ain't over when you lose, it's over when...
#BestFriend
#LifeAsAWriter
#relationships
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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6 Comments
Struggling Autisms
Struggling to function in a world that's dysfunctional
Struggling to view the face in the mirror
Struggling with the concept of existence
Struggling with the impermanence
Struggling to kick certain habits
Struggling to look you in the eyes
Struggling with the these little conversations
Struggling with the flow
Struggling out of time
Struggling to view the face in the mirror
Struggling with the concept of existence
Struggling with the impermanence
Struggling to kick certain habits
Struggling to look you in the eyes
Struggling with the these little conversations
Struggling with the flow
Struggling out of time
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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It's another year in my life
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️. 111 It's here at this moment in my life with another year in my life, coming that I am truly grateful and thankful and blessed. To be able to see another day in my life. For tomorrow is a blessing for me, on my 66 birthday. 🎉🎂 For sure it's on this day I silently reflect upon my life, as I journey and travel and walk the last four years of my own life. FOR let's go back to 2002 when I had a spinal infusion and I was unable to walk, 😭 or stand on my own two feet alone. 😔 IT was that moment in...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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2 Comments
My Muse of Poetry
Not all the worlds belong to me
Not all the words set me free
What the heart loves
is of will
I just free some words
to confine its spill.
****
A time, my words
on my papers sashaying
the shape to me alluring
the tone of their steps
I hear
as they are dancing
the music they are following
the soul, in a trance, just listens
without interfering.
****
A time, along with my Muse
we keep to each other
our hearts baring
secrets sharing
silently, knowingly connecting.. ...
Not all the words set me free
What the heart loves
is of will
I just free some words
to confine its spill.
****
A time, my words
on my papers sashaying
the shape to me alluring
the tone of their steps
I hear
as they are dancing
the music they are following
the soul, in a trance, just listens
without interfering.
****
A time, along with my Muse
we keep to each other
our hearts baring
secrets sharing
silently, knowingly connecting.. ...
#admiration
#emotions
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
So witty, yet so naive
I took her up to the roof and told her she could fly because I asked God to grant her a special aviator's license.
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
#God
#ignorance
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#ThrillSeeking
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5 Comments
The dark shadows of night
Why is it that way when you lose countless hours worrying, about the shadows that appear upon the wall 🧱 as we awake from a dream. BUT yet it's those who aren't real just apart of your imagination, once created as the night of the world takes shelter beneath the clouds of the world 🌎 Becomes a darkness of gravity pulling into your own thoughts, that you feel that is watching you sleep 😴 so peaceful and quiet in your dream state of mind. For we ask thyself what does it want with you, for you are just a creatures of habits no different, from anyone else who sometimes...
#confusion
#LifeAsAWriter
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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We all got a story to tell
Through this life we all have gone through somethings, that will affect us in ways that we have to learn, to understand how to navigate through the process of rebuilding our lives. For it's true that no one is sent to you by chance or accident 🤔 For sure we all have had our share of things, that weren't true about love and happiness only to find, out that it doesn't exist, but yet it does exist in the right one that we choose, to be with in honesty and truth and trust. Yet we sometimes we find ourselves involved, with someone who doesn't even have a glue of what love really, is truly...
#hope
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#StreamOfConsciousness
#TimeHeals
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4 Comments
Excel
Rhymes and spaces
Words some verse
Poets, places
Eyes observe
Pen and ink
Cast magic spells
Thoughts extract
Whilst YOU excel
Words some verse
Poets, places
Eyes observe
Pen and ink
Cast magic spells
Thoughts extract
Whilst YOU excel
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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10 Comments
The Rave Girl
I’ve always been in love with energy,
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free—...
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free—...
#confessional
#drugs
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
Ode to Pessoa's Multiple Poems
Oh Pessoa, master of masks and souls,
who unfolds in multiple verses,
in each heteronym, a universe,
in each poem, a new being.
Alberto Caeiro, shepherd of the fields,
with simplicity and wisdom,
describes nature in its purity
and teaches us to see the world with clarity.
Ricardo Reis, serene epicurean,
with his odes of calm and resignation,
celebrates life with measure and reason
and invites us to live with moderation.
Álvaro de Campos, sensitive engineer,
with his eagerness and modernity, ...
who unfolds in multiple verses,
in each heteronym, a universe,
in each poem, a new being.
Alberto Caeiro, shepherd of the fields,
with simplicity and wisdom,
describes nature in its purity
and teaches us to see the world with clarity.
Ricardo Reis, serene epicurean,
with his odes of calm and resignation,
celebrates life with measure and reason
and invites us to live with moderation.
Álvaro de Campos, sensitive engineer,
with his eagerness and modernity, ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
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