Long Poems About Life As A Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
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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missjem56
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 7:01pm
29th Nov 2024 7:01pm
A Distorted History Of Dance!
I was reminiscing one night
At myself, in my early thirties
And an assortment of work colleagues
On a night out
Eventually finding ourselves in a nightclub
I wasn't someone that boogied regularly
But i did have a hidden dance move
So when the right sort of tune was played
I entered the arena of the dance floor
And began to cossack!
I was unexpectedly applauded!
Anyway, quintessential to cossacking
Are strong legs, and good balance
I can't cossack now, but still test my crouching skills ...
At myself, in my early thirties
And an assortment of work colleagues
On a night out
Eventually finding ourselves in a nightclub
I wasn't someone that boogied regularly
But i did have a hidden dance move
So when the right sort of tune was played
I entered the arena of the dance floor
And began to cossack!
I was unexpectedly applauded!
Anyway, quintessential to cossacking
Are strong legs, and good balance
I can't cossack now, but still test my crouching skills ...
#dance
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#parody
#satirical
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 00:18am
23rd Nov 2024 00:18am
Another Day, Another Scribble
Sometimes I sit here,
staring at the blank page,
wondering what to write about
what’s rattling around in my head.
Is it something profound,
or am I just taking the piss again?
Sometimes I think I’m winding people up,
other times, I’m genuinely trying to say something.
I write when I’m happy.
I write when I’m sad.
I write when the world looks beautiful
and when it looks like the bottom of a bin,
Even if it might smell a bit crappy,
Sometimes it’s rage pouring out,
sometimes it’s a laugh at my own expense.
I never...
staring at the blank page,
wondering what to write about
what’s rattling around in my head.
Is it something profound,
or am I just taking the piss again?
Sometimes I think I’m winding people up,
other times, I’m genuinely trying to say something.
I write when I’m happy.
I write when I’m sad.
I write when the world looks beautiful
and when it looks like the bottom of a bin,
Even if it might smell a bit crappy,
Sometimes it’s rage pouring out,
sometimes it’s a laugh at my own expense.
I never...
#dark
#funny
#honesty
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 9:01pm
18th Nov 2024 9:01pm
Mask of Originality
In the passages of creativity, where the muse whispers from the depth of a soul, a villain looms—one that is dishonest and empty who claims accolades.
A new age has dawned, where the pen once wielded with sweat and soul is replaced by keys tapping into endless algorithms, yet some dare to claim the resulting words as wholly their own.
Ai might have started with good intentions but it didn't stay this way, with a spark of innovation, the humming of machines learning the words, and the rhythms of the poet and recycling their authentic thoughts,...
A new age has dawned, where the pen once wielded with sweat and soul is replaced by keys tapping into endless algorithms, yet some dare to claim the resulting words as wholly their own.
Ai might have started with good intentions but it didn't stay this way, with a spark of innovation, the humming of machines learning the words, and the rhythms of the poet and recycling their authentic thoughts,...
#lies
#LifeAsAWriter
#technology #WritersBlock
#technology #WritersBlock
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 8:23pm
12th Nov 2024 8:23pm
0 - Unfinished poetry 47
Once upon a life
Once I was 7 years old,
I had a best friend
And I even had a girl who said she liked me.
Once I was 11 years old...
It was a scary time ‘cause big school terrified me.
I had to grow up quick, no more fun just simply being a kid.
My best friend went away and my brother he just disowned me.
That’s when I found Oasis and later rock, I think it starts with indie.
A kid said “Insane in the...
Once I was 7 years old,
I had a best friend
And I even had a girl who said she liked me.
Once I was 11 years old...
It was a scary time ‘cause big school terrified me.
I had to grow up quick, no more fun just simply being a kid.
My best friend went away and my brother he just disowned me.
That’s when I found Oasis and later rock, I think it starts with indie.
A kid said “Insane in the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#TruthOfLife
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Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 10:27am
11th Nov 2024 10:27am
The Whispering Waterfall Part 1
A long time ago, when we were young children, my parents sold their rubber plantation as they wanted to tend paddy fields. They bought a piece of land with four acres of paddy fields.
The house that my parents built was at the side of a hill, with a beautiful water source. There were two waterfalls there with one that was so beautiful and cool that we frequented the place as children. We could stay all day there if our parents didn’t call us to come home.
I always felt that the waterfall was in a mystical forest, thevhauntingly beautiful waterfall was known as Whispering Falls. In...
The house that my parents built was at the side of a hill, with a beautiful water source. There were two waterfalls there with one that was so beautiful and cool that we frequented the place as children. We could stay all day there if our parents didn’t call us to come home.
I always felt that the waterfall was in a mystical forest, thevhauntingly beautiful waterfall was known as Whispering Falls. In...
#fiction
#LifeAsAWriter
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cabcool
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 5:41am
1st Nov 2024 5:41am
October Poems 2024 >> broken strings—broken wings
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 29
broken strings—broken wings
the spot you’ve left here vacant
no longer find i fragrant,
for all your charm has vanished with the wind.
the voices i am hearing
have petrified my bearing
for i am by their told-you-so chagrined.
that cold october morning,
without the slightest warning,
your heart repurposed was no longer mine,
for you had...
DAY 29
broken strings—broken wings
the spot you’ve left here vacant
no longer find i fragrant,
for all your charm has vanished with the wind.
the voices i am hearing
have petrified my bearing
for i am by their told-you-so chagrined.
that cold october morning,
without the slightest warning,
your heart repurposed was no longer mine,
for you had...
#birthday
#heartbroken
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#UnrequitedLove
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Everavalon
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 12:50pm
29th Oct 2024 12:50pm
The vessel and the cloth
i
Against my palms, my head rests.
I’ve pondered for miles—
these musings set to wrap around the earth, tenfold.
Why do we perplex over all we have written?
Upon this chair I sit, burdened.
I’ve simmered—
reeling between intervals of gin and tonic.
A crack in the glass excretes my glitches,
spilling unspent thoughts from its vessel.
The spill is velveteen and unprincipled.
I cannot clean up the excess—
for it’s the linen that soaks up the overage.
ii
From the depths of chronic pining, ...
Against my palms, my head rests.
I’ve pondered for miles—
these musings set to wrap around the earth, tenfold.
Why do we perplex over all we have written?
Upon this chair I sit, burdened.
I’ve simmered—
reeling between intervals of gin and tonic.
A crack in the glass excretes my glitches,
spilling unspent thoughts from its vessel.
The spill is velveteen and unprincipled.
I cannot clean up the excess—
for it’s the linen that soaks up the overage.
ii
From the depths of chronic pining, ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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4 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 7:07pm
25th Oct 2024 7:07pm
Incompatible
i want to know all your secrets
but you remain so distant
as you walk through my fire
on eggshells and broken glass.
You're not made for crying
and I don't understand
as I stumble through your dreams.
Somewhere in the future
or somewhere in the never,
but for now, the difference is the pain.
Our love slightly fades
without a tear or a smile
the way the summer herds
begin to leave the plains
when water starts to recede
and we...
but you remain so distant
as you walk through my fire
on eggshells and broken glass.
You're not made for crying
and I don't understand
as I stumble through your dreams.
Somewhere in the future
or somewhere in the never,
but for now, the difference is the pain.
Our love slightly fades
without a tear or a smile
the way the summer herds
begin to leave the plains
when water starts to recede
and we...
#heartbroken
#LifeAsAWriter
#love #sadness
#love #sadness
205 reads
5 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 8:19am
23rd Oct 2024 8:19am
Field Notes on Silence - The Door with No Knob
Writing, as with life, is more about listening than writing.
Indeed, “listen” and “silent” are spelled with the same letters
Early February 2024
I recently spent four days in a Thai hospital, receiving excellent care in a private room. I had total control so I closed the curtains, turned off the lights and left the damn TV off the whole time. I tell you, walking away from that little silent retreat felt like the last time I visited my sister in Montana. God, I can’t even remember when that was. People fear silence perhaps now more than since the dawn of...
Indeed, “listen” and “silent” are spelled with the same letters
Early February 2024
I recently spent four days in a Thai hospital, receiving excellent care in a private room. I had total control so I closed the curtains, turned off the lights and left the damn TV off the whole time. I tell you, walking away from that little silent retreat felt like the last time I visited my sister in Montana. God, I can’t even remember when that was. People fear silence perhaps now more than since the dawn of...
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
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2 Comments
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