Least Read Poems About Life As A Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
Streetlight
A lone bastion in the night
it joins me in the write
sharing its lonely glow
all that it does still know
Dancing across the waves
as each ripple saves
itself from the deep dark
fleeing all that is stark
Memories and dreams
flow in the rippled streams
of my poetic thought
ideas borrowed or bought
From a life steeped in pain
christened by the rain
washing me clean
of all these sins left unseen
While I face again anew
all that I will do
knowing I am not...
it joins me in the write
sharing its lonely glow
all that it does still know
Dancing across the waves
as each ripple saves
itself from the deep dark
fleeing all that is stark
Memories and dreams
flow in the rippled streams
of my poetic thought
ideas borrowed or bought
From a life steeped in pain
christened by the rain
washing me clean
of all these sins left unseen
While I face again anew
all that I will do
knowing I am not...
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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De Minimis
It is just that
nothing more
nothing less
a brief chance to confess
a litany of petty sins
ending before it begins
nothing more
nothing less
a brief chance to confess
a litany of petty sins
ending before it begins
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#morality
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Autumn and Its Fall
The bastion of this season
is always well beyond reason
in how it seems to linger
how it again points its finger
To the passage of the years
the concatenation of my fears
I only seem to truly feel
when the ending year seems real
Knowing I am a little further on
ticking off another chilly dawn
on my way to my own conclusion
desperate in search of any allusion
While I do long for some surprise
in the form of useful alibis
something to finally make sense ...
is always well beyond reason
in how it seems to linger
how it again points its finger
To the passage of the years
the concatenation of my fears
I only seem to truly feel
when the ending year seems real
Knowing I am a little further on
ticking off another chilly dawn
on my way to my own conclusion
desperate in search of any allusion
While I do long for some surprise
in the form of useful alibis
something to finally make sense ...
#death
#fall
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#aging
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Autumnally
It always seems Autumn falls
in her own time
makes her own rhyme
branch upon branch, line after line
According to her deft design
she paints all of her cool leaves
adorns each tree with its sleeves
in such vibrant autumnal hues
Allowing her to spread the news
celebrate each and every year
while knowing its end is near
that Winter still ever looming
But also of springtime blooming
the return of budding life
this perennial cycle rife
with all its beckoning calls
in her own time
makes her own rhyme
branch upon branch, line after line
According to her deft design
she paints all of her cool leaves
adorns each tree with its sleeves
in such vibrant autumnal hues
Allowing her to spread the news
celebrate each and every year
while knowing its end is near
that Winter still ever looming
But also of springtime blooming
the return of budding life
this perennial cycle rife
with all its beckoning calls
#fall
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Arrow
The hawk feather gives it flight
as the stone tip its bite
but the straight shaft keeps it true
as the stone tip its bite
but the straight shaft keeps it true
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#wisdom
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A Light
The lone candle awaits
a solemn taper
in need of a caper
in need of a light
Bursting forth in the night
with a soft golden glow
finally able to show
the birth of creativity
How a single spark
can help embark
the poetic mind
on its solitary journey
Through the literary maze
the creative haze
that shrouds the way
cloaks the write
In the literal darkness
as I grasp the quill
assert my will
to again confront the page
a solemn taper
in need of a caper
in need of a light
Bursting forth in the night
with a soft golden glow
finally able to show
the birth of creativity
How a single spark
can help embark
the poetic mind
on its solitary journey
Through the literary maze
the creative haze
that shrouds the way
cloaks the write
In the literal darkness
as I grasp the quill
assert my will
to again confront the page
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Tapestry
My words are a wool woven
a bolt of cloth forever cloven
yet again ever reunited
here within the poem
While thoughts do roam
going where they will
drifting with the spill
of a most sacred ink
As I once more see the link
between heart and mind
a most spiritual find
intertwined with my soul
Feeling that my whole
is more than just its parts
as the artistry now starts
to make itself known
Hours that have since flown
all of that precious time
cemented into rhyme
hung upon...
a bolt of cloth forever cloven
yet again ever reunited
here within the poem
While thoughts do roam
going where they will
drifting with the spill
of a most sacred ink
As I once more see the link
between heart and mind
a most spiritual find
intertwined with my soul
Feeling that my whole
is more than just its parts
as the artistry now starts
to make itself known
Hours that have since flown
all of that precious time
cemented into rhyme
hung upon...
#spiritual
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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Blanketed
The freshly fallen snow
gathers on the ground
without making a sound
while winter winds blow
Covering up the world
under a white frozen drape
allowing me to escape
to where poetry is unfurled
Nestled in this ever-quiet time
while I continue pursuing rhyme
gathers on the ground
without making a sound
while winter winds blow
Covering up the world
under a white frozen drape
allowing me to escape
to where poetry is unfurled
Nestled in this ever-quiet time
while I continue pursuing rhyme
#winter
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Jagged Cliffs
So, how does one ever
climb on down
to lower prosaic ground
from such poetic heights
One step at a time
stumbling over rhyme
clinging to the edge
of some sharp line break
Only to begin once again
by dipping deep my pen
climb on down
to lower prosaic ground
from such poetic heights
One step at a time
stumbling over rhyme
clinging to the edge
of some sharp line break
Only to begin once again
by dipping deep my pen
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Poetic
Each spill a thrill
bleeding all over
the crisp virgin page
hoping it never, ever dries
bleeding all over
the crisp virgin page
hoping it never, ever dries
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Coalesce
In dreamlike streams
the words do flow
forever random
across the dark stark night
Inviting the write
in a most silent way
letting each word say
only what it will
Immerse in the spill
of an infinite ink
allowing me to sink
deep into muddy depths
Taking ever unsure steps
one at a time
following the rhyme
where it wants to go
Finally letting it show
unveil this painful travail
all that I must address
while the words now coalesce
the words do flow
forever random
across the dark stark night
Inviting the write
in a most silent way
letting each word say
only what it will
Immerse in the spill
of an infinite ink
allowing me to sink
deep into muddy depths
Taking ever unsure steps
one at a time
following the rhyme
where it wants to go
Finally letting it show
unveil this painful travail
all that I must address
while the words now coalesce
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Queen of Literature
Poetry is the queen of literature
It is what I write
how I delight
alone in a candlelit dark
when I finally embark
Using a literary hammer
to pound out the grammar
let the words make the rules
using just poetry's tools
Ride the line breaks
that the poem makes
taking the time
to savor each rhyme
Knowing deep inside
that the poem will abide
all of these things
ever light on poetic wings
Able to finally behold ...
It is what I write
how I delight
alone in a candlelit dark
when I finally embark
Using a literary hammer
to pound out the grammar
let the words make the rules
using just poetry's tools
Ride the line breaks
that the poem makes
taking the time
to savor each rhyme
Knowing deep inside
that the poem will abide
all of these things
ever light on poetic wings
Able to finally behold ...
#books
#rhyming
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Life As A Writer