Poems About Life As A Writer Seeking Honest Critique
#LifeAsAWriter
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 7:23am
11th Jan 2025 7:23am
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 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 these little conversations
Struggling with the flow
Struggling out of time
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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3 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 9:27pm
10th Jan 2025 9:27pm
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
85 reads
2 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 3:04pm
8th Jan 2025 3:04pm
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
96 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 10:30am
7th Jan 2025 10:30am
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
68 reads
5 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 00:40am
6th Jan 2025 00:40am
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
82 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:52am
5th Jan 2025 11:52am
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
78 reads
4 Comments
Pete_25
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 8:20am
5th Jan 2025 8:20am
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
83 reads
10 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
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
124 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 5:35pm
1st Jan 2025 5:35pm
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
91 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 8:50pm
29th Dec 2024 8:50pm
70's porn movies
When the imbeciles disembark
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
95 reads
9 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 2:21pm
25th Dec 2024 2:21pm
Discovery
What is the true purpose of
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself #SelfDiscovery
#myself #SelfDiscovery
204 reads
16 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 8:31am
23rd Dec 2024 8:31am
Ode To Morrison
A black clad leather demon claiming to be the lizard king
Mr. Mojo Rising up on stage dancing in the summer rain
Doors are infinitely open to perception as he starts to sing
While young people bare witness to a world gone insane
Strange people are taking random drives in the moonlight
Ready to break on through waiting to reach the other side
A ceramic frog with a peace sign hanging over love street
While the city sleeps the truth is hidden in this soft parade
A simple ode to Morrison to reflect his influence on me
He taught me...
Mr. Mojo Rising up on stage dancing in the summer rain
Doors are infinitely open to perception as he starts to sing
While young people bare witness to a world gone insane
Strange people are taking random drives in the moonlight
Ready to break on through waiting to reach the other side
A ceramic frog with a peace sign hanging over love street
While the city sleeps the truth is hidden in this soft parade
A simple ode to Morrison to reflect his influence on me
He taught me...
#LifeAsAWriter
#music
137 reads
20 Comments
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