Long Poems About Life As A Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
Officialkn9ne
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 8:57pm
3rd Apr 2025 8:57pm
The Bus Driver’s Game
In a city humming, wheels on the street,
Behind the wheel, she greets with a beat.
A bus driver charming, though hard to connect,
With laughter and teasing—so blissfully unchecked.
Her hair catches sunlight in shades of soft gray,
She drives past my heart each and every day.
I try to approach her with words I can’t bring;
But she just raises brows as if sensing my sting.
“Why not spend your money? It’s yours after all!”
With playful indifference tucked into her thrall.
While...
Behind the wheel, she greets with a beat.
A bus driver charming, though hard to connect,
With laughter and teasing—so blissfully unchecked.
Her hair catches sunlight in shades of soft gray,
She drives past my heart each and every day.
I try to approach her with words I can’t bring;
But she just raises brows as if sensing my sting.
“Why not spend your money? It’s yours after all!”
With playful indifference tucked into her thrall.
While...
#crush
#LifeAsAWriter
#romantic
#temptation
#WritingPoetry
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 4:55pm
30th Mar 2025 4:55pm
Dup Tribute
I don't fair well, with farewells; I feel like I'm prepping to read a eulogy; I owe a tribute to Dup-Deep Underground Poetry- where the people from different walks of life came to speak their peace....
I'll do you justice with this poem Dup- I'll try my best at least....
Day 1- all I remember is that an outlet is what I needed deeply; as any other relationship- there was that feeling out process- that had its bright spot moments and as well as -doubtful- if this were at all meant to be for me....
I can't recall how long it...
I'll do you justice with this poem Dup- I'll try my best at least....
Day 1- all I remember is that an outlet is what I needed deeply; as any other relationship- there was that feeling out process- that had its bright spot moments and as well as -doubtful- if this were at all meant to be for me....
I can't recall how long it...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
#alcohol
#crush
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#surreal
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 8:35pm
25th Feb 2025 8:35pm
Shattered Visions
Oh the Innocence
That laugh, that wild howling in the throat of the child,
Unseen fingers scramble for the last thread of light
Here, the angels are naked,
no wings to catch their fall.
The river splits,
splashes,
and chaos is born
from the lips of the unholy, the pure.
There be our Divinity
slips beneath the skin like rust on gold—
a fractured god,
broken in pieces,
spilled across the morning,
the moon forgets its name.
Prophecies?
Laughing in the dust,
twisted and torn,
a...
That laugh, that wild howling in the throat of the child,
Unseen fingers scramble for the last thread of light
Here, the angels are naked,
no wings to catch their fall.
The river splits,
splashes,
and chaos is born
from the lips of the unholy, the pure.
There be our Divinity
slips beneath the skin like rust on gold—
a fractured god,
broken in pieces,
spilled across the morning,
the moon forgets its name.
Prophecies?
Laughing in the dust,
twisted and torn,
a...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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BaldyBrown
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 7:40am
18th Feb 2025 7:40am
The Brownie and the Poet
On a pair of kick-ass headphones he was listening to music
that simulates a trip… while tripping.
Being there live on the scene, I asked him, won’t that start to make you sick,
Won’t it bugger your biorhythm, or jack with something?
He looked away keenly and said “and who’s this prick?”.
What follows is our conversation from right to left,
and what he pre-posthumously said.
I had my faculties, he was bereft,
So I recorded it all before he was dead.
My words in italics, his in san serift.
How can...
that simulates a trip… while tripping.
Being there live on the scene, I asked him, won’t that start to make you sick,
Won’t it bugger your biorhythm, or jack with something?
He looked away keenly and said “and who’s this prick?”.
What follows is our conversation from right to left,
and what he pre-posthumously said.
I had my faculties, he was bereft,
So I recorded it all before he was dead.
My words in italics, his in san serift.
How can...
#food
#LifeAsAWriter
#marijuana
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Pishashee
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 5:24am
10th Feb 2025 5:24am
Bart’s Bouncing Donuts.
Bartholomew "Bart". My Buttercup. He’s a man of boundless enthusiasm, a heart of pure spun sugar, and ideas that would make a caffeinated squirrel look lethargic. I love him dearly. Truly, I do. But sometimes, his entrepreneurial spirit… well, it leaves me a little breathless.
For years, he’s been plagued with flightless business adventures. The "Chihuahua Chinchilla", the "Edible Eyeglasses", the "Self-Folding Laundry". (the less said about the hamster union strike, the better). I still find stray sunflower seeds in the dryer....
For years, he’s been plagued with flightless business adventures. The "Chihuahua Chinchilla", the "Edible Eyeglasses", the "Self-Folding Laundry". (the less said about the hamster union strike, the better). I still find stray sunflower seeds in the dryer....
#determination
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
#uplifting
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Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 3:17am
7th Feb 2025 3:17am
Periodic Table of Arguments
Oxygen, a fiery little redhead with a southern drawl, tapped her foot impatiently.
"Hydro, honey, you're fixin' to make a fool out of yourself. Carbon is obviously gonna choose me. We make water together, darlin'. Everybody needs water. It's the lifeblood of everything!"
Hydrogen, Oxygen's nervous little sister with a squeaky voice, wrung her hands.
"You're so bossy!" Whispering loudly. "So grabby! You hog all the electrons! I offer Carbon a nice, even share. Think of all the cool stuff we can build together – hydrocarbons, the...
"Hydro, honey, you're fixin' to make a fool out of yourself. Carbon is obviously gonna choose me. We make water together, darlin'. Everybody needs water. It's the lifeblood of everything!"
Hydrogen, Oxygen's nervous little sister with a squeaky voice, wrung her hands.
"You're so bossy!" Whispering loudly. "So grabby! You hog all the electrons! I offer Carbon a nice, even share. Think of all the cool stuff we can build together – hydrocarbons, the...
#earth
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature
#universe
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 3:34am
3rd Feb 2025 3:34am
The Soft Whispers Of Ms. Singer’s Imagination
She is my sexy creative SuperEgo, yes you heard what I said
Her form waiting for my sultry imagination, tonight, I will allow her to be donned in white lace and red
My soft and caring hands outlining, the patterns of gentle perfection
A silent incantation whispered to give spiritual credence to the person who would wear such a beautiful brazen, attire
Mm.. to inflame any Hebrew King’s loins of desire
Spiritual enlighten from the depth of my melanin context your soul shall receive
Angel wings of divine intellectual seduction ...
Her form waiting for my sultry imagination, tonight, I will allow her to be donned in white lace and red
My soft and caring hands outlining, the patterns of gentle perfection
A silent incantation whispered to give spiritual credence to the person who would wear such a beautiful brazen, attire
Mm.. to inflame any Hebrew King’s loins of desire
Spiritual enlighten from the depth of my melanin context your soul shall receive
Angel wings of divine intellectual seduction ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#spiritual #wisdom
#spiritual #wisdom
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 11:18pm
1st Feb 2025 11:18pm
AS I am me a writer
Here I am, as I am me as a writer of unspoken words ✍️ For let's take a few seconds to analyze, what I'm saying about a situation that affects, us all as writers of words ✍️ That being said is why do we judge someone else, by the entity that they use to showcase who they are in real life 🤨 But yet that is far from the truth, of who they really are in real life 🤨 For sometimes we hide behind a mask as a disguise, as we use an entity not to hide, behind a mask as a disguise. 😔 BUT to learn lessons on this subject of life. For sure as writers we...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 3:12pm
11th Jan 2025 3:12pm
I would like to say, thank you for the hospitality of the state of Michigan and the city of Detroit and I humbly bow to the country of Canada for such generous hospitality.
In essence of that, I did not get to the Motown Museum due in part, my bestie and I was retained in Canada and then time became a factor.
Detroit is such a thriving city, and the tourist attractions were phenomenal, and the beautiful mural did the city modern justice.
The Spirit Of Detroit
The Spirit of Detroit is a magnificent monument...
In essence of that, I did not get to the Motown Museum due in part, my bestie and I was retained in Canada and then time became a factor.
Detroit is such a thriving city, and the tourist attractions were phenomenal, and the beautiful mural did the city modern justice.
The Spirit Of Detroit
The Spirit of Detroit is a magnificent monument...
#LifeAsAWriter
#passion
#travel #water
#travel #water
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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
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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
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