Long Poems About Life As A Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
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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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
we may come to understand,
but for now, the difference is the pain.
Our love slightly fades
without a tear or a smile
the way the summer herds ...
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
we may come to understand,
but for now, the difference is the pain.
Our love slightly fades
without a tear or a smile
the way the summer herds ...
#heartbroken
#LifeAsAWriter
#love #sadness
#love #sadness
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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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Everavalon
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 10:05pm
1st Oct 2024 10:05pm
The raven and the peacock
Smothered in melancholy,
words left unspoken—
a stillness so sullen
as if blackness was all that I stood for
And the colours;
the ones that sting my iris
are the lifeblood of the audience
in unrelenting ovation
and the colours started streaking
The streaks formed opinions
Opinions formed persuasion
And I just stood there— blunted
A pinch of crimson introduced itself to my dark—
as a reminder of a lost abundance ...
words left unspoken—
a stillness so sullen
as if blackness was all that I stood for
And the colours;
the ones that sting my iris
are the lifeblood of the audience
in unrelenting ovation
and the colours started streaking
The streaks formed opinions
Opinions formed persuasion
And I just stood there— blunted
A pinch of crimson introduced itself to my dark—
as a reminder of a lost abundance ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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missjem56
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 3:18am
21st Sep 2024 3:18am
The Pigeon Diet, Or Deity?
I heard a knocking upon my door. I was terrified, as it was my bedroom door inside my flat, not my front door. I called out nervously, "Who's there!" I thought i heard what sounded like a whispered "Choo". Odd name, i thought, and what on earth were they doing in my flat?
I picked up a heavy glass ball, and approached the door, with it clasped in my hand, as i opened the door quickly, glass ball in raised hand at the ready. Right in front of me, stood a giant pigeon, approximately 5 foot high!
As you can imagine, i was completely taken aback, at seeing a giant...
I picked up a heavy glass ball, and approached the door, with it clasped in my hand, as i opened the door quickly, glass ball in raised hand at the ready. Right in front of me, stood a giant pigeon, approximately 5 foot high!
As you can imagine, i was completely taken aback, at seeing a giant...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles #parody
#LifeStruggles #parody
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
12th Sep 2024 3:37am
12th Sep 2024 3:37am
SUBCONSCIOUS INNER SKETCHINGS BEYOND THE VEIL OF MASKLESS TIME (4:00am, 8-17-2001; Galveston Island, Texas)
stirred up from out of
stone deep sleep
i suddenly find myself
somewhere between
still half asleep
and half awake
stumbling through
three rooms of darkness
to quench my body s
inner call of thirst
which lured me up
from out of my now already
unremembered dreams
into this present limbo
of silent blankness
everywhere all around me
with my eyes still lightly closed
my bare feet carefully feel
each softly carpeted step
as i make my braille like...
stone deep sleep
i suddenly find myself
somewhere between
still half asleep
and half awake
stumbling through
three rooms of darkness
to quench my body s
inner call of thirst
which lured me up
from out of my now already
unremembered dreams
into this present limbo
of silent blankness
everywhere all around me
with my eyes still lightly closed
my bare feet carefully feel
each softly carpeted step
as i make my braille like...
#identity
#insomnia
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
#WritingPoetry
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