Poetry about Life as a Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
What does writing and poetry mean to you? Here you'll find poems about life as a writer, explaining how writing influences the authors' lives and how it can help people face their demons.
missjem56
Poem Published
Today 1:53am
Today 1:53am
Tip Toes
Life as a rioter
Or a rioting writer
Troth
Or truth
Same bullshit
Different vowels
People
Are people
I suppose
From the ends of their tips
To the end of their toes
Whether
They tell the truth
Nobody knows
by Jemia
Or a rioting writer
Troth
Or truth
Same bullshit
Different vowels
People
Are people
I suppose
From the ends of their tips
To the end of their toes
Whether
They tell the truth
Nobody knows
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#philosophical #satirical
#philosophical #satirical
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missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:36pm
Yesterday 11:36pm
Cerberus
If i were to obtain a pet dog
The best deal around
Was buy one
Get two free!
All in one package
Instead of a four-legged friend
A three-headed Cerberus fiend!
This wouldn't work for me though
I prefer cats!
And imagine patting your pet on the heads?
I have only two hands
I'd worry at the head not patted
Would it get jealous
And perhaps eat me?
by Jemia
The best deal around
Was buy one
Get two free!
All in one package
Instead of a four-legged friend
A three-headed Cerberus fiend!
This wouldn't work for me though
I prefer cats!
And imagine patting your pet on the heads?
I have only two hands
I'd worry at the head not patted
Would it get jealous
And perhaps eat me?
by Jemia
#dogs
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#mythology
#satirical
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NP_NP
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:38pm
Yesterday 2:38pm
Surrender
His name was John, my Uber driver with the white Kia. It was an hour and 20 minutes until I'd get home from Oklahoma. So much on my mind, thoughts racing, so I engaged in conversation to silence them. I asked him about himself, and he poured out his soul. He talked about his past drug addiction, his children, his struggles. We talked about the economy, road rage, and New Yorkers.
"I'm telling you, all you gotta do is surrender," he said.
Gritting my teeth, I nodded and smiled, looking out the window at the semi-trucks passing by, only for him to remark,...
"I'm telling you, all you gotta do is surrender," he said.
Gritting my teeth, I nodded and smiled, looking out the window at the semi-trucks passing by, only for him to remark,...
#addiction
#drugs
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#spiritual
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:45am
Yesterday 5:45am
The D.U. Trip
What an amazing ride the Deep Underground has been
Finding a community where we came to share poetry
Connecting with poets, writers, romantics and dreamers
Watching the fruit of our labor grow on the tree of…artistry
For all the themes and challenges we faced and created
For all the people I spoke with and connected along the way
I’m thankful that I was able to meet other likeminded souls
Who inspired me even when the days seemed dark and grey
What a brilliant and wonderful flight of fancy this has been
To have laughed and felt...
Finding a community where we came to share poetry
Connecting with poets, writers, romantics and dreamers
Watching the fruit of our labor grow on the tree of…artistry
For all the themes and challenges we faced and created
For all the people I spoke with and connected along the way
I’m thankful that I was able to meet other likeminded souls
Who inspired me even when the days seemed dark and grey
What a brilliant and wonderful flight of fancy this has been
To have laughed and felt...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude
#LifeAsAWriter
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missjem56
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 10:59pm
11th Mar 2025 10:59pm
Troth II
People, are people
I suppose
From the end
Of their tips
To the end
Of their nose
Whether they tell
The truth
Nobody knows
by Jemia
I suppose
From the end
Of their tips
To the end
Of their nose
Whether they tell
The truth
Nobody knows
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#satirical
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missjem56
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 10:04pm
11th Mar 2025 10:04pm
Toy Girl
Dancing with death within
An unsweetened serenade
Bitter sweet
Nothing sweet at all
Just sadness, fear, and betrayal
And a sickness
That churns inside
Am i worth so little
Is anyone
So worthless
As to be treated as a toy
by Jemia
by Jemia
An unsweetened serenade
Bitter sweet
Nothing sweet at all
Just sadness, fear, and betrayal
And a sickness
That churns inside
Am i worth so little
Is anyone
So worthless
As to be treated as a toy
by Jemia
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#oppression
#philosophical #sadness
#philosophical #sadness
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missjem56
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 10:57pm
10th Mar 2025 10:57pm
Sat-ired
Whistfully
wishing
Upon
sweet
seductive
satire
Instead,
i
sat
ired
by Jemia
wishing
Upon
sweet
seductive
satire
Instead,
i
sat
ired
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#sadness
#TruthOfLife
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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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missjem56
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 1:42am
7th Mar 2025 1:42am
Not A Day For A Daydream!
Back in time
Eye to eye contact
Was a pre-requisite
Of job interviews
I really, truly hated it
As i didn't want people
To see the sadness in my soul
Hidden behind my smiles of hope
It felt like an invasion of privacy
And fear
As once during
One of a myriad daydreams
My mind wandered
As i stared into
The oblique vagueries
Of my existence
And wandered the deserted plains of the ethereal
This was violently interrupted by
"What you fucking looking at!"
Just before being head butted for...
Eye to eye contact
Was a pre-requisite
Of job interviews
I really, truly hated it
As i didn't want people
To see the sadness in my soul
Hidden behind my smiles of hope
It felt like an invasion of privacy
And fear
As once during
One of a myriad daydreams
My mind wandered
As i stared into
The oblique vagueries
Of my existence
And wandered the deserted plains of the ethereal
This was violently interrupted by
"What you fucking looking at!"
Just before being head butted for...
#fear
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
#violence
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missjem56
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 3:18pm
6th Mar 2025 3:18pm
Away, From The Everyday
Whisk me away
Into the soft sea spray
Whisk me away, for a day
To escape the swing
And the sway
Of the everyday
In a life now oft
In disarray
Whisk me away
From this foray
Away, from the hell
Of the everyday!
by Jemia
Into the soft sea spray
Whisk me away, for a day
To escape the swing
And the sway
Of the everyday
In a life now oft
In disarray
Whisk me away
From this foray
Away, from the hell
Of the everyday!
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#philosophical
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missjem56
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 1:28pm
6th Mar 2025 1:28pm
It's Not The Thoughts That Worry Me
I'm up and ready
for the fire alarms person
The sun is shining
My windows are open
Fresh crisp air
Is leaking in
Along with occasional birdsong
The view from my chair
Through a window
Is of the castle ruins
It's magical
As it sits
Camoflouged by the early sea mist
Where conquerers once stood....
As ghosts of the distant past
Wander within the deathly echoes
Of history
There is peace
Apart from the fire alarms
Currently being checked for their reliability!
Mine, as it turns out
Are...
for the fire alarms person
The sun is shining
My windows are open
Fresh crisp air
Is leaking in
Along with occasional birdsong
The view from my chair
Through a window
Is of the castle ruins
It's magical
As it sits
Camoflouged by the early sea mist
Where conquerers once stood....
As ghosts of the distant past
Wander within the deathly echoes
Of history
There is peace
Apart from the fire alarms
Currently being checked for their reliability!
Mine, as it turns out
Are...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#philosophical #satirical
#philosophical #satirical
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missjem56
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 6:48pm
5th Mar 2025 6:48pm
Sprung
Had a spring clean today!
After a quick look around
And to my surprise
Found a small spring
Lain upon the bedroom carpet
In a curious looking pose
So i picked it up
Saw that it was a bit grubby
And cleaned it
So now it's as bouncy as
A spring lamb
Or a ball
Or a spring!
by Jemia
After a quick look around
And to my surprise
Found a small spring
Lain upon the bedroom carpet
In a curious looking pose
So i picked it up
Saw that it was a bit grubby
And cleaned it
So now it's as bouncy as
A spring lamb
Or a ball
Or a spring!
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical #spring
#satirical #spring
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