Long Poems About Life As A Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
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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adagio
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 10:37pm
13th Sep 2024 10:37pm
Redneck Renaissance in The North Forty
I grew up in the shadow of Tallahassee where Blackstrap Molasses played 2nd fiddle to Bill Monroe's Blue Moon of Kentucky. Our home was a single-wide trailer sat cattywampus to the land field where we could, look homeward angel. Granny was in the jailhouse making license plates to be shipped out of state and I was in the kitchen painting the linoleum, worn-out floor. I was the preacher at The North Forty Pentecostal Church, where Skeeter Davis Ave. crosses Merle Haggard St.This week's "word" was taken from 'the 1946 edition of The Farmer's Almanac. "Hallelujah!" and I...
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
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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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The_Nun_Runner
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 6:47pm
7th Sep 2024 6:47pm
Half Past Dead And Broken (Only Bitches Talk Shit)
Fake poser where you stand
I blocked your two cent ass because you came off as someone who really think I give a damn
Down Lassie, you are broken and still on my words, just a chokin
You mother and father are your toys to love, not me
You are not high enough to understand my pedigree
No time to play with a slutty cunt with let the shit be real
Yeah, I’m assassinating, and in the heat of the rumple, you will feel
I don’t exist
Want you gonna do trick
As I expected... not shit ...
I blocked your two cent ass because you came off as someone who really think I give a damn
Down Lassie, you are broken and still on my words, just a chokin
You mother and father are your toys to love, not me
You are not high enough to understand my pedigree
No time to play with a slutty cunt with let the shit be real
Yeah, I’m assassinating, and in the heat of the rumple, you will feel
I don’t exist
Want you gonna do trick
As I expected... not shit ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
151 reads
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 11:56pm
18th Aug 2024 11:56pm
The Many Seated Vehicle Song
Can someone help me?
I need a song that starts off slow
and slowly turns fast
One that grows in tempo
the longer it lasts,
and by the end
has gravitational mass
when it picks up
and the singer gets mad
then the song gets calm again
and it ends
as it started
Like if it was a song about a car
it would start with something simple
like
Someone humming
and strumming a guitar ...
I need a song that starts off slow
and slowly turns fast
One that grows in tempo
the longer it lasts,
and by the end
has gravitational mass
when it picks up
and the singer gets mad
then the song gets calm again
and it ends
as it started
Like if it was a song about a car
it would start with something simple
like
Someone humming
and strumming a guitar ...
#cars
#LifeAsAWriter
#lyrics
#metaphor
#music
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 7:32pm
17th Aug 2024 7:32pm
Poet on a Road who Shoulda known Better than to ask for a Hug
BEAUTY sewn into flesh and bone of my demons is
often ignored or overlooked by those holding
bible books, hoping
for halos gleaming
UGLINESS honed by those in 'blessed' clothes preaching is
often swept into holes,
mine stays violently bleeding
KINDNESS shown by us messes
erodes each season,
these acts
often deplored or mistook by brashly bold, those
liable to poke the...
often ignored or overlooked by those holding
bible books, hoping
for halos gleaming
UGLINESS honed by those in 'blessed' clothes preaching is
often swept into holes,
mine stays violently bleeding
KINDNESS shown by us messes
erodes each season,
these acts
often deplored or mistook by brashly bold, those
liable to poke the...
#beauty
#homelessness
#LifeAsAWriter #sadness
#LifeAsAWriter #sadness
186 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 10:46am
17th Aug 2024 10:46am
A word on footnotes
I run my fingers
over the spines of her library,
pull out books on fungi
& feminism to name a few
revel in the fact there is no dust
lingering between her books;
to be admired in a way
how she devotes to their care.
I pull out a poetry collection,
flick through its pages
recoil in horror as I find
pages smothered in annotations,
margins full of reading notes
highlighted passages
quotes underlined.
Every anthology I own is perfect
as...
over the spines of her library,
pull out books on fungi
& feminism to name a few
revel in the fact there is no dust
lingering between her books;
to be admired in a way
how she devotes to their care.
I pull out a poetry collection,
flick through its pages
recoil in horror as I find
pages smothered in annotations,
margins full of reading notes
highlighted passages
quotes underlined.
Every anthology I own is perfect
as...
#confessional
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter #myself
#LifeAsAWriter #myself
141 reads
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
13th Aug 2024 10:57pm
13th Aug 2024 10:57pm
Bullet in a Barrel
She scoffed and asked me
where I get my HEROES from
I snapped and said this
The bottom of a barrel,
and then she begged me to tell her where
I scraped my air of EGO from
and out of my mouth fell truth,
from rotten cells neath the scum
beneath the bottom of that same barrel,
Then she chimed in, pleading me, asking me
from where
did all...
where I get my HEROES from
I snapped and said this
The bottom of a barrel,
and then she begged me to tell her where
I scraped my air of EGO from
and out of my mouth fell truth,
from rotten cells neath the scum
beneath the bottom of that same barrel,
Then she chimed in, pleading me, asking me
from where
did all...
#fiction
#LifeAsAWriter
#lyrics #narrative
#lyrics #narrative
180 reads
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 1:01am
14th Jul 2024 1:01am
Ten Years of Posting to The Day
Ten years of words
Ten years of rain
Ten years spent absurd
Ten venting in vain
Ten minutes of joy reigning
Then ruled by another
Ten years of pens smothered
Ten years of keys covered in
Grease and tears
From my veins weeping
Ten years with very few brothers,
friendless
Years flew by,
at times seemingly endless
and still my word relentless
Picked up the passion to pen while cutting grass
where a mind does wander
I imagine some of the greatest lines
come from fishers and...
Ten years of rain
Ten years spent absurd
Ten venting in vain
Ten minutes of joy reigning
Then ruled by another
Ten years of pens smothered
Ten years of keys covered in
Grease and tears
From my veins weeping
Ten years with very few brothers,
friendless
Years flew by,
at times seemingly endless
and still my word relentless
Picked up the passion to pen while cutting grass
where a mind does wander
I imagine some of the greatest lines
come from fishers and...
#birthday
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#anniversary
317 reads
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2024 2:24pm
3rd Jul 2024 2:24pm
Elevate To The Gifts Of My Mind Then We Can Talk
Within the firmament of my sacred mist
So many have tied to find that spark, of a wandering free soul, upon the chants of the wind, an ordained divine gift
Bestowed way before the beginning of time
Held up to the sky, unto the Most High, blessed unto Heaven’s chime
No creature of great or small
He who stumbles, must first learn to walk again, then must learn to stand tall
My truth lies in my heart, and offered of its reaping to the mind to decipher, as you come to understand
Not upon land ...
So many have tied to find that spark, of a wandering free soul, upon the chants of the wind, an ordained divine gift
Bestowed way before the beginning of time
Held up to the sky, unto the Most High, blessed unto Heaven’s chime
No creature of great or small
He who stumbles, must first learn to walk again, then must learn to stand tall
My truth lies in my heart, and offered of its reaping to the mind to decipher, as you come to understand
Not upon land ...
#feminism
#humankind
#LifeAsAWriter
#peace
#spiritual
281 reads
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
19th Jun 2024 1:13pm
19th Jun 2024 1:13pm
MY FREE LINE'S LIFETIME, PRECARIOUS, HIGH WIRE ACT (somewhere unknown in time; Galveston Island, Texas)
skip fact
let go
set free release
all those old archaic
straight line modes
of more self limited
stream of consciousness thoughts
now long ago let go of
released set free
modes and ways of habitual
straight line thinking
into this much better
more highly evolved mode
of free line thoughts and thinking
so break free of
and out from all
self limiting restrictions
of your mind
let it snake and flow
mindfully thoughtfully
thoughtlessly mindlessly
then either way...
let go
set free release
all those old archaic
straight line modes
of more self limited
stream of consciousness thoughts
now long ago let go of
released set free
modes and ways of habitual
straight line thinking
into this much better
more highly evolved mode
of free line thoughts and thinking
so break free of
and out from all
self limiting restrictions
of your mind
let it snake and flow
mindfully thoughtfully
thoughtlessly mindlessly
then either way...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
141 reads
3 Comments
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