Least Read Poems About Life As A Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
14th Dec 2019 2:20am
14th Dec 2019 2:20am
Poetry: Mystical Delineation
(a tricube poem)
Heavenly formation encrypted,
Whisper artistic impressions,
Vivid canvas depicted,
Scribble gesture aimed,
Daydreams; enthralled visuals,
Similes; eccentric pulsations,
Implications amid sessions,
Creator’s geniality composition,
Elegiac flair’s celebration.
Heavenly formation encrypted,
Whisper artistic impressions,
Vivid canvas depicted,
Scribble gesture aimed,
Daydreams; enthralled visuals,
Similes; eccentric pulsations,
Implications amid sessions,
Creator’s geniality composition,
Elegiac flair’s celebration.
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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1 Comment
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2019 3:16am
2nd Dec 2019 3:16am
Me & My Mirror Is Me
I get the sensation of a life time intimate
And intrinsic observation of my appearance,
As I lay down my vision unto papers,
Drawing paths of dreams I once dreamed,
Catching leaves falling off from trees,
And birds singing in choir as the sun burn my eyes and skin
As I tempt to reach my gaze to where I can see the waves of branches,
When breezes pierce through trunks build and held strong by centuries,
As I breath scent of the living arising amid the sky and bring green to the eyes of bees
And flowers blooming as their nature has...
And intrinsic observation of my appearance,
As I lay down my vision unto papers,
Drawing paths of dreams I once dreamed,
Catching leaves falling off from trees,
And birds singing in choir as the sun burn my eyes and skin
As I tempt to reach my gaze to where I can see the waves of branches,
When breezes pierce through trunks build and held strong by centuries,
As I breath scent of the living arising amid the sky and bring green to the eyes of bees
And flowers blooming as their nature has...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
9 reads
7 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
26th Dec 2020 8:59am
26th Dec 2020 8:59am
Meatball Surgery Or How I Purge?
Bloody wounds all 'round
Deep sucking oozing canyons
Of carnage seeping all 'round
White and red red and white
Black and red Black and white
My pages are made of gauze
Where I bleed my wounds on the bloody pages sworn
For all to gawk at and ridicule
In open argument or silent retinue
Here let me write more for your amusement
A flick of the blade ...
Flash of implement raised
A deft controlled slice with no more pain
As easy as that I open a vein ...
Bloody wounds all 'round
Spill...
Deep sucking oozing canyons
Of carnage seeping all 'round
White and red red and white
Black and red Black and white
My pages are made of gauze
Where I bleed my wounds on the bloody pages sworn
For all to gawk at and ridicule
In open argument or silent retinue
Here let me write more for your amusement
A flick of the blade ...
Flash of implement raised
A deft controlled slice with no more pain
As easy as that I open a vein ...
Bloody wounds all 'round
Spill...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#frustration
10 reads
5 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
6th Jan 2021 11:31am
6th Jan 2021 11:31am
Fighting The Feeling You Wont Let Yourself Feel Or Words That WIll Follow You To Infinity And Beyond
I already wrote this poem
And that poem
And that write
And the other one
Twist them
Bend them
Spindle them
Desecrate them
Make them up
Spell them wrong
Mix them around
Write a new song
Whistle them
Bleed them
Cover them
Delete them
When you close your eyes
They're still there
When you close your mind
They're still there
When you close your soul
They keep knockin on your doors
...
And that poem
And that write
And the other one
Twist them
Bend them
Spindle them
Desecrate them
Make them up
Spell them wrong
Mix them around
Write a new song
Whistle them
Bleed them
Cover them
Delete them
When you close your eyes
They're still there
When you close your mind
They're still there
When you close your soul
They keep knockin on your doors
...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
11 reads
5 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 4:32am
15th Apr 2020 4:32am
Freedom of The Mental
I've been blocked for countless days,
So today I decided to free some verses.
And see what else can I make myself spit,
Either raw or metaphoric,
I think maybe it will go both ways,
You are about to read some randomness.
Might be the habitual,
constantly behaving in repetitive ways,
I’ve heard those that say,
Even though I’m not able to be out,
“I wake up and dress up, heals and stuff to bring the trash out.."
… for them that’s the “going out” for now...
Uhmm…wait a minute…….
Is this a therapeutic method ?...
So today I decided to free some verses.
And see what else can I make myself spit,
Either raw or metaphoric,
I think maybe it will go both ways,
You are about to read some randomness.
Might be the habitual,
constantly behaving in repetitive ways,
I’ve heard those that say,
Even though I’m not able to be out,
“I wake up and dress up, heals and stuff to bring the trash out.."
… for them that’s the “going out” for now...
Uhmm…wait a minute…….
Is this a therapeutic method ?...
#LifeStruggles
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#freedom
12 reads
11 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
4th May 2020 1:52am
4th May 2020 1:52am
Nature: A Dushi Day
I peeked outside my window,
Astonished by the start of a new day,
The sun greeted me; “Hello Breeze…how are you today”
The thought of it made me smile….
The heat trespassed-
nourished the softness of my skin.
Beautiful morning, the birds sang –
roosters predict the time to be awake.
One of the best moment
For a woman to contemplate
To meditate and envision
The steps she will take,
To resemble the title, she possesses.
Some call it a princess or a queen,
But I prefer to call myself a Gem,
A stone planted in the...
Astonished by the start of a new day,
The sun greeted me; “Hello Breeze…how are you today”
The thought of it made me smile….
The heat trespassed-
nourished the softness of my skin.
Beautiful morning, the birds sang –
roosters predict the time to be awake.
One of the best moment
For a woman to contemplate
To meditate and envision
The steps she will take,
To resemble the title, she possesses.
Some call it a princess or a queen,
But I prefer to call myself a Gem,
A stone planted in the...
#romantic
#beauty
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfWorth
12 reads
9 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
26th Apr 2020 11:32pm
26th Apr 2020 11:32pm
A Poet's DNA
Melodic rhyme; a lullaby.
Nurtured ,
In a garden.
Cuddles of sun’s ray,
and lilies
In the valley.
Footsteps…the paths of days,
Past, present....freedom.
Sweetened whirlwinds; the tone of hurricanes,
Trail of lands.
Redemption jingle; cry of peace.
In tongue and decree.
Leak of grief,
astray are they.
Pureness of soul,
Contemplates,
colors,
You and me,
The family.
Live, Love,
A Life
Cherished,
Mesmerized,
Window of creation,
From the sky.
...
Nurtured ,
In a garden.
Cuddles of sun’s ray,
and lilies
In the valley.
Footsteps…the paths of days,
Past, present....freedom.
Sweetened whirlwinds; the tone of hurricanes,
Trail of lands.
Redemption jingle; cry of peace.
In tongue and decree.
Leak of grief,
astray are they.
Pureness of soul,
Contemplates,
colors,
You and me,
The family.
Live, Love,
A Life
Cherished,
Mesmerized,
Window of creation,
From the sky.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#art
13 reads
7 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
24th Nov 2019 4:34pm
24th Nov 2019 4:34pm
Rekindle
Seemed as if my present-day aged,
reforming my deep-rooted prophecies,
into whims of novelties,
I try to refresh my journeys and fondness for idioms,
Discoveries,
Led me to sceneries of blessings and obscenity,
The effects of my imageries; inclined and bounded by scribble's identity,
I tried to flee the abuse of my ingenuity,
But failed to resist ,
I submitted to tongue's sprain; "my tropical tones" ,'
Resembled fire on burning stones,
Provoked my intimate dream to be awaken; by whispers of illicit undertones.
Candid moans...
reforming my deep-rooted prophecies,
into whims of novelties,
I try to refresh my journeys and fondness for idioms,
Discoveries,
Led me to sceneries of blessings and obscenity,
The effects of my imageries; inclined and bounded by scribble's identity,
I tried to flee the abuse of my ingenuity,
But failed to resist ,
I submitted to tongue's sprain; "my tropical tones" ,'
Resembled fire on burning stones,
Provoked my intimate dream to be awaken; by whispers of illicit undertones.
Candid moans...
#identity
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#learning
#SelfReflection
13 reads
2 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2021 7:14pm
22nd Feb 2021 7:14pm
Nightmare Themed
Standing on the edge of the page wondering how to cross without falling off today ...
Sliding with my claws out slipping with no purchase down that damn blank white page ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEZw9P4_Exw
Sliding with my claws out slipping with no purchase down that damn blank white page ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEZw9P4_Exw
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
15 reads
4 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
16th Jul 2020 1:42am
16th Jul 2020 1:42am
I Reminisce
I reminisce about our time
When it had no end,
Minutes became hours,
Day and nights were endless,
The way we converse,
Under the perfect moon,
Our eyes crossed distance,
My breath was taken away,
By that sound of your voice,
Blended like chocolate cake mixture,
and on top …strawberries.
Swept of my feet,
By your lyrical versatility,
Your touch like rhythmic verbs,
Composed a song of intimacy,
The way my mind and heart
Long for the sensuality of your chivalry,
Brought to life by...
When it had no end,
Minutes became hours,
Day and nights were endless,
The way we converse,
Under the perfect moon,
Our eyes crossed distance,
My breath was taken away,
By that sound of your voice,
Blended like chocolate cake mixture,
and on top …strawberries.
Swept of my feet,
By your lyrical versatility,
Your touch like rhythmic verbs,
Composed a song of intimacy,
The way my mind and heart
Long for the sensuality of your chivalry,
Brought to life by...
#love
#friendship
#LifeAsAWriter
#admiration
#respect
15 reads
10 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 6:34pm
3rd May 2024 6:34pm
Bullet
He looked at his reflection
screaming “stop playing the victim”
at the side of the tub in the fetal
position, blood leaking from tracks
that know no trains and lead to
death
His eyes closed see rabid dogs
with colorful butterfly wings a
dichotomy of love and hate
as he deposes himself with hard
questions, “Is this the day I
become one of the twenty two?”
Lips pursed around the barrel of
his weapon and he feels as if he is
being raped and force fed the
world’s cock haplessly waiting for
It to shoot its...
screaming “stop playing the victim”
at the side of the tub in the fetal
position, blood leaking from tracks
that know no trains and lead to
death
His eyes closed see rabid dogs
with colorful butterfly wings a
dichotomy of love and hate
as he deposes himself with hard
questions, “Is this the day I
become one of the twenty two?”
Lips pursed around the barrel of
his weapon and he feels as if he is
being raped and force fed the
world’s cock haplessly waiting for
It to shoot its...
#LifeAsAWriter
#love
#SelfReflection
15 reads
12 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
22nd May 2024 12:15pm
22nd May 2024 12:15pm
A Poetic Self Portrait
A transistor radio born without knobs
struggling to find my station
dropped until finally broken, broadcasting
some depression era serial saga on loop
grinding its message into my brain,
I taste the dust in my mouth
The sandy grit of an emotional desert
files sharp my teeth, a body strengthened
through carrying the millstone of abandonment
and skin hardened by the childish words
of weak men and women that didn't stay
Gasping for air i gnaw myself free from the
garbage bag I'd been living in and set
myself upon...
struggling to find my station
dropped until finally broken, broadcasting
some depression era serial saga on loop
grinding its message into my brain,
I taste the dust in my mouth
The sandy grit of an emotional desert
files sharp my teeth, a body strengthened
through carrying the millstone of abandonment
and skin hardened by the childish words
of weak men and women that didn't stay
Gasping for air i gnaw myself free from the
garbage bag I'd been living in and set
myself upon...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles
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6 Comments
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