Least Read Poems About Life As A Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
Through The Eyes of a Child
Clean and white like snow,
Fresh and transparent scent of radiant tones,
Smile of thousand Angel’s songs ,
caused acres to bloom.
While bees sipped honeys,
A laughter amid a walk
To plow seeds of joy along the coast,
Whispers of birds in forest trees,
Told stories of the ABC’s carved in their trunks,
Blown away by a breeze,
Happiness took flight in the midst of the blue...
A peek in the light of the sun....not pursued,
In need of a well to fill up a thirsty cup,
A gaze at grey clouds shaped like...
Fresh and transparent scent of radiant tones,
Smile of thousand Angel’s songs ,
caused acres to bloom.
While bees sipped honeys,
A laughter amid a walk
To plow seeds of joy along the coast,
Whispers of birds in forest trees,
Told stories of the ABC’s carved in their trunks,
Blown away by a breeze,
Happiness took flight in the midst of the blue...
A peek in the light of the sun....not pursued,
In need of a well to fill up a thirsty cup,
A gaze at grey clouds shaped like...
#dreams
#Fanfiction
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
#daughter
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LOST IN THE DARK
Waves of thoughts and clouds of confusion settle in my mind
Tossing and turning recollections float to surface as I unwind
The fog your actions brought to my world dimmed my shining light
Wondering what caused you to exchange your promises for lies.
We got along; we were passionate lovers; we were friends
I was sure I found my Prince and our love would have no end!
We could not WAIT to see each other
And be with one another.
We shared the same bed and burned in passionate flame
Everything was going SO well....our love was not a game!...
Tossing and turning recollections float to surface as I unwind
The fog your actions brought to my world dimmed my shining light
Wondering what caused you to exchange your promises for lies.
We got along; we were passionate lovers; we were friends
I was sure I found my Prince and our love would have no end!
We could not WAIT to see each other
And be with one another.
We shared the same bed and burned in passionate flame
Everything was going SO well....our love was not a game!...
#LifeAsAWriter
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Sketching: Islands
sweat drips off the tip of toes
sending salt back to the sea
every drop floats a repose
our hands boat to catch a falling sun
gazes and fluttering lashes uncap
amber bottles filled of searching
while the moon of sand or lushes laps a zenith
above a bar waning as a means to an end
sending salt back to the sea
every drop floats a repose
our hands boat to catch a falling sun
gazes and fluttering lashes uncap
amber bottles filled of searching
while the moon of sand or lushes laps a zenith
above a bar waning as a means to an end
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Diary Entry 1: One or Two. I Pick Three.
I.
The gift, a paper frog, telling me
to press as I like to do
on a gift gingerly and calls me beautiful
(asking me how to say so)
and leaves a scribble
mentioning I look smart (even without glasses)
how do you look smart (without glasses)
and she with her boyfriend hopes
I stay in touch, I always stay
in touch with the paper
leaping by myself over spaces
intended to be separate
theyleaptogetheranyway
if you poke at the paper
in a sustained manner (she likes rocks)
a long indexed stay (I admire...
The gift, a paper frog, telling me
to press as I like to do
on a gift gingerly and calls me beautiful
(asking me how to say so)
and leaves a scribble
mentioning I look smart (even without glasses)
how do you look smart (without glasses)
and she with her boyfriend hopes
I stay in touch, I always stay
in touch with the paper
leaping by myself over spaces
intended to be separate
theyleaptogetheranyway
if you poke at the paper
in a sustained manner (she likes rocks)
a long indexed stay (I admire...
#women
#men
#LifeAsAWriter
#escape
#meditation
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Ten Random Haikus Once More
Chasing Sin:
Counterfeit spirit
To those of whom have gloried
Deathly emptiness
Den of Thieves:
Covetous darkness
Thickening within the night
Wondrous density
A Moment of Inspiration:
Within amazement
Personified impression
Excitement growing
Losing Focus:
Ignorant deceit
Contextual transition
Lost pathology
Capture the Moment:
Lucidity binds
Aspiring artistry
Vividly valid
...
Counterfeit spirit
To those of whom have gloried
Deathly emptiness
Den of Thieves:
Covetous darkness
Thickening within the night
Wondrous density
A Moment of Inspiration:
Within amazement
Personified impression
Excitement growing
Losing Focus:
Ignorant deceit
Contextual transition
Lost pathology
Capture the Moment:
Lucidity binds
Aspiring artistry
Vividly valid
...
#haiku
#LifeAsAWriter
#metaphor
#morality
#spiritual
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Owl Series: II
I. Predator
Does she stain
the thinly-knitted mulch
in marks of prayer;
a hunter notching
a blackened tip before the brook,
a pause before the mercy?
Her flex exposed,
silks a stone into dialects
of existence.
There, skimming the hills,
tracing their peaceful line
in bells and falls,
she responds-
to a boast of the softness
of a wind's palate
which busies all that reaches
below her view's dangle.
Those who are enticed,
question...
Does she stain
the thinly-knitted mulch
in marks of prayer;
a hunter notching
a blackened tip before the brook,
a pause before the mercy?
Her flex exposed,
silks a stone into dialects
of existence.
There, skimming the hills,
tracing their peaceful line
in bells and falls,
she responds-
to a boast of the softness
of a wind's palate
which busies all that reaches
below her view's dangle.
Those who are enticed,
question...
#animals
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
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Blood drains
Red turns to white
Time slows to nil
Give up the fight
Time stands still
The end is final
Finished for good
No more tomorrows
So might as well quit
The next heart beat ...
White turns to red ...
etc ...
Time slows to nil
Give up the fight
Time stands still
The end is final
Finished for good
No more tomorrows
So might as well quit
The next heart beat ...
White turns to red ...
etc ...
#love
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles #LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles #LifeAsAWriter
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writer essentials
dark chocolate, cranberry
toothpaste
you text to meet up
dark chocolate, cranberry- decline
with teethy
emoji for no hard feelings
swish in my mouth
the years ago
next to the buckthorn bristled path
can’t sleep can’t brush yet
toothpaste
you text to meet up
dark chocolate, cranberry- decline
with teethy
emoji for no hard feelings
swish in my mouth
the years ago
next to the buckthorn bristled path
can’t sleep can’t brush yet
#relationships
#LifeAsAWriter
#insomnia
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Would you love me if I wasnt a poet
#LifeAsAWriter
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The Tri-Eyed Tribe
In a small wood Far, far, away
In an undiscovered part
Of this big wide world
Lived a very strange race of people
Their average height was only two foot six inches
Which is rather short But not strange
They spoke by making curious clicking noises
Maybe unusual But again, not strange
They were strict vegans
The idea of eating meat of any kind
They found totally repugnant
Yet again, nothing strange in that
What was strange
Was that they all possessed a third eye
Two of which Were exactly in the place
You'd...
In an undiscovered part
Of this big wide world
Lived a very strange race of people
Their average height was only two foot six inches
Which is rather short But not strange
They spoke by making curious clicking noises
Maybe unusual But again, not strange
They were strict vegans
The idea of eating meat of any kind
They found totally repugnant
Yet again, nothing strange in that
What was strange
Was that they all possessed a third eye
Two of which Were exactly in the place
You'd...
#satirical
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#surreal
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Tick Tock
Ilook to the clock
It's 1:04am
Tick tock, tick tock
Time, sublime
Sublime time
It just keeps moving on
And ON
And on
And on
Then only stops
When you stop
Tick to.....
Then time
Stops dead
And is no longer in your head
It's now 1:07am
And i'm still alive
How time flies
When you're having fun
by Jemia
It's 1:04am
Tick tock, tick tock
Time, sublime
Sublime time
It just keeps moving on
And ON
And on
And on
Then only stops
When you stop
Tick to.....
Then time
Stops dead
And is no longer in your head
It's now 1:07am
And i'm still alive
How time flies
When you're having fun
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#MovingOn #philosophical
#MovingOn #philosophical
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Sayeth I
A black smear
Across an orange sky
Not for me
Said i
I told my GP
And he said
It was best to avoid
Such things
He gave me pills
To cure many ills
But still
I now see
A black smear
Across an orange sky
Sayeth i
by Jemia
Across an orange sky
Not for me
Said i
I told my GP
And he said
It was best to avoid
Such things
He gave me pills
To cure many ills
But still
I now see
A black smear
Across an orange sky
Sayeth i
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#surreal
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