Least Read Poems About Life As A Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
Unending Line
I would love to find the time
to write an infinity of rhyme
line after line
according to my own design
.Wwith no end in sight
on a writer’s block night
show these words all I mean
on a blank page bleached clean
As I feel my blood and ink blending
within each and every line unending
to write an infinity of rhyme
line after line
according to my own design
.Wwith no end in sight
on a writer’s block night
show these words all I mean
on a blank page bleached clean
As I feel my blood and ink blending
within each and every line unending
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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Nightfall’s Ink
I love the end of each day
when twilight has its way
ushers in the beginning of dark
so that I may then strike my spark
Watching these colors swirl
as my thoughts now curl
back upon themselves
upon this one who still delves
In search of all I may find
revel in this true peace of mind
only Nature can truly give
within this rambling life I live
Knowing how the cold darkness
with all its bold starkness
serves to again set the mood
nestled in this alpine wood
So I resolve once again
to...
when twilight has its way
ushers in the beginning of dark
so that I may then strike my spark
Watching these colors swirl
as my thoughts now curl
back upon themselves
upon this one who still delves
In search of all I may find
revel in this true peace of mind
only Nature can truly give
within this rambling life I live
Knowing how the cold darkness
with all its bold starkness
serves to again set the mood
nestled in this alpine wood
So I resolve once again
to...
#sun
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Maltese Breeze
The cool salty sea air
has a certain flair
a certain je ne sais quoi
any time of day
For defiance is all around
this bold intrepid ground
where knights and emperors
did once roam
Battles fought then won
beneath the bright sun
beneath the Maltese Cross
where courage still remains
A crossroad for the world
with each flag unfurled
within the broad harbor
astern on each rigged ship
While I sit in this sidewalk cafe
at the end of a splendid day
sad to...
has a certain flair
a certain je ne sais quoi
any time of day
For defiance is all around
this bold intrepid ground
where knights and emperors
did once roam
Battles fought then won
beneath the bright sun
beneath the Maltese Cross
where courage still remains
A crossroad for the world
with each flag unfurled
within the broad harbor
astern on each rigged ship
While I sit in this sidewalk cafe
at the end of a splendid day
sad to...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#culture
#tradition
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Predawn
It is the time to arise
time to create
while I again await
the break of dawn
No longer a mere pawn
now ruling the night
as I pursue the write
put pen to blank paper
Warmed by the lit taper
its golden glow
while it assists the flow
spilling my precious ink
Striving to make the link
between heart and mind
all in the hope to find
some lasting peace
Unfold every crease
on this ever weary soul
fill in this bottomless hole
while I now fawn before the dawn
time to create
while I again await
the break of dawn
No longer a mere pawn
now ruling the night
as I pursue the write
put pen to blank paper
Warmed by the lit taper
its golden glow
while it assists the flow
spilling my precious ink
Striving to make the link
between heart and mind
all in the hope to find
some lasting peace
Unfold every crease
on this ever weary soul
fill in this bottomless hole
while I now fawn before the dawn
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #dawn
#WritingPoetry #dawn
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Unwritten
So much ink still to write
in the inkwell of the night
mystic as a cryptic sea
thick as a flood of blood
All of these salient tears
garnered over the years
meant to blend in the end
but what is there left to say
In some new way
rewrite all that is unwritten
in the inkwell of the night
mystic as a cryptic sea
thick as a flood of blood
All of these salient tears
garnered over the years
meant to blend in the end
but what is there left to say
In some new way
rewrite all that is unwritten
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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Inkwell of the Night
The night is vast and dark
always leaves its lasting mark
upon the things I write
upon these words I pen
Words I would never say
aloud in the light of day
gather here together
collecting again in shadow
Whispered truths to longing ears
blending together hopes and fears
as I refill my well
as I redip my thirsted quill
Looming large above the paper
lit only by this single taper
I am my own author
I am my own poet
While I trace each lonely line
in a pure quest for the...
always leaves its lasting mark
upon the things I write
upon these words I pen
Words I would never say
aloud in the light of day
gather here together
collecting again in shadow
Whispered truths to longing ears
blending together hopes and fears
as I refill my well
as I redip my thirsted quill
Looming large above the paper
lit only by this single taper
I am my own author
I am my own poet
While I trace each lonely line
in a pure quest for the...
#confessional
#dark
#night
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Afternoon Shadow
Funny when the sun sets
leaves behind all his regrets
my shadow seems to know
as it begins again to grow
Stretching ever longer
it becomes even stronger
while the sun wanes
till only a darkness remains
For shadows play their part
in the creation of all art
bringing a third dimension
to my deep apprehension
How they do so delight
in the absence of light
subtly blending in
with the nighttime of sin
Becoming more than silhouette
almost like a dark...
leaves behind all his regrets
my shadow seems to know
as it begins again to grow
Stretching ever longer
it becomes even stronger
while the sun wanes
till only a darkness remains
For shadows play their part
in the creation of all art
bringing a third dimension
to my deep apprehension
How they do so delight
in the absence of light
subtly blending in
with the nighttime of sin
Becoming more than silhouette
almost like a dark...
#shadows
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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Delve
It is who I am
what I do
pursuing something true
in an ocean of lies
Is it any surprise
that I taste their salt
while fingering fault
at others as well as me
Capturing all that I see
locked fast in lines
as each word refines
itself on this sharpening stone
Allowing me to further hone
all I have to say
on a bright sunny day
or the coldest dark night
Braving now the write
strip myself bare
as I again do dare
delve deep into myself
what I do
pursuing something true
in an ocean of lies
Is it any surprise
that I taste their salt
while fingering fault
at others as well as me
Capturing all that I see
locked fast in lines
as each word refines
itself on this sharpening stone
Allowing me to further hone
all I have to say
on a bright sunny day
or the coldest dark night
Braving now the write
strip myself bare
as I again do dare
delve deep into myself
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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Earthen
I can hold it in my hand
in order to now understand
the power of this dark soil
the blessings of our toil
With such beauty all around
I am able to forget
this sad litany of regret
feel my feet now bedewed
As my spirit is again renewed
by every deep breath
reminding even death
that spring always returns
While the candle slowly burns
both ends towards the middle
hoping to solve the eternal riddle
the deep why to all of our hows
Able to finally leave my mind
somewhere far...
in order to now understand
the power of this dark soil
the blessings of our toil
With such beauty all around
I am able to forget
this sad litany of regret
feel my feet now bedewed
As my spirit is again renewed
by every deep breath
reminding even death
that spring always returns
While the candle slowly burns
both ends towards the middle
hoping to solve the eternal riddle
the deep why to all of our hows
Able to finally leave my mind
somewhere far...
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Laden
Like its cold crisp snow
this winter seems to know
the weight of sorrow
the relentless tug of loss
While such heavy things
strain these laden wings
rule my every day
with a foreboding sense
Making footsteps in the drifts
I again pursue the rifts
between have and have not
between gaining and losing
Yet I still carry this load
up this upward rising road
step after step
stride after stride
Always hoping to find
some lasting peace of mind
put down all I carry
in this life so ever...
this winter seems to know
the weight of sorrow
the relentless tug of loss
While such heavy things
strain these laden wings
rule my every day
with a foreboding sense
Making footsteps in the drifts
I again pursue the rifts
between have and have not
between gaining and losing
Yet I still carry this load
up this upward rising road
step after step
stride after stride
Always hoping to find
some lasting peace of mind
put down all I carry
in this life so ever...
#LifeStruggles
#winter
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Taper
The lone candle burns
lets its flame sashay
in its own way
flooding my imagination
While shadows on the wall
dance up and down the hall
finally set me free
from all of this convention
To allow poetic invention
inspiring this write
in the dead of the night
giving it a true resurrection
No mere collection
of clever, pithy phrases
an illumination that dazes
all most rational thought
A crisp clarity now bought
one line at a time
paid for in pure rhyme
while this poet again learns...
lets its flame sashay
in its own way
flooding my imagination
While shadows on the wall
dance up and down the hall
finally set me free
from all of this convention
To allow poetic invention
inspiring this write
in the dead of the night
giving it a true resurrection
No mere collection
of clever, pithy phrases
an illumination that dazes
all most rational thought
A crisp clarity now bought
one line at a time
paid for in pure rhyme
while this poet again learns...
#dark
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Cafe Americano
They are the only two words
I ever need to know
wherever I may go
to bring me back home
Piping hot in my cup
to caffeinate me up
with just a splash
of cold fresh cream
The stronger the better
to help me awake
with each sip I take
feel the rush arrive
Even half way round
the world
the magic is unfurled
in its coffee brown hue
A little taste of home
to help me as I roam
for when my cup is done
a new day has just begun
I ever need to know
wherever I may go
to bring me back home
Piping hot in my cup
to caffeinate me up
with just a splash
of cold fresh cream
The stronger the better
to help me awake
with each sip I take
feel the rush arrive
Even half way round
the world
the magic is unfurled
in its coffee brown hue
A little taste of home
to help me as I roam
for when my cup is done
a new day has just begun
#coffee
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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