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.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 2:44pm
19th Apr 2025 2:44pm
A darker shade
From the many memories of the truth of the darkness, that is hidden in the shade of blue 🔵 skies, pass the white clouds of images that makes shapes followed by silent whispers, that exhibit the solar eclipse in motions of changes to come. Creating a sense of calmness and relaxation into tranquility. For it's true that we are only ENTITY'S of the images of our pass lives experience, that reflect the way we see 👁️👁️ things that has helped us to navigate, through the process of the rough times, as well as the good times. Yet it's typically to assume the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#metaphor
#philosophical
#PowerOfWords
#StreamOfConsciousness
69 reads
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 11:44am
15th Apr 2025 11:44am
This morning I signed onto starsrite.com before DUP ...
I wanted to see how it felt
And you know what ?
It felt good ....
And you know what ?
It felt good ....
#home
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#TruthOfLife
180 reads
20 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 4:18am
15th Apr 2025 4:18am
Scatter-braining
Amid another backyard piss
it suddenly occurred to me
that Pasithea and Attis
might look good on Pluto T.V.
And the unjust have advantage
in our indifferent universe;
harder than ever to manage
when the quislings are getting worse.
But fire, moonlight, and Beach beer,
saw me past the witching hour;
the old Christmas tree crackling near...
with explosive Yule power!
The eldritch adherents of love,
comic scholarship, and ale,
and the sundry mélange thereof,
at midnight...hearty and hale!
it suddenly occurred to me
that Pasithea and Attis
might look good on Pluto T.V.
And the unjust have advantage
in our indifferent universe;
harder than ever to manage
when the quislings are getting worse.
But fire, moonlight, and Beach beer,
saw me past the witching hour;
the old Christmas tree crackling near...
with explosive Yule power!
The eldritch adherents of love,
comic scholarship, and ale,
and the sundry mélange thereof,
at midnight...hearty and hale!
#LifeAsAWriter
96 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 00:11am
15th Apr 2025 00:11am
Transitional
Alternative Trans Dictionary
Transmogrification------------Trans werewolf
Trans Siberian Railway------Trans trains
Transistor Radio----------------A radio belonging to a trans persons sister
Transcript-------------------------Trans person burial chamber
Transferral-------------------------Trans person going wild
Transfigure------------------------Hormones
Transform--------------------------See above
Transit------------------------------Not relating to seating
Transit Camp----------------------A camp trans person not sitting ...
Transmogrification------------Trans werewolf
Trans Siberian Railway------Trans trains
Transistor Radio----------------A radio belonging to a trans persons sister
Transcript-------------------------Trans person burial chamber
Transferral-------------------------Trans person going wild
Transfigure------------------------Hormones
Transform--------------------------See above
Transit------------------------------Not relating to seating
Transit Camp----------------------A camp trans person not sitting ...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical #transgender
#satirical #transgender
43 reads
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 7:47pm
14th Apr 2025 7:47pm
The Land of Stuck
I moan far too much
about being stuck.
Stuck in writer’s block.
Stuck in expectations.
Stuck in fear of rejection.
Stuck has become
a mighty comfortable place,
requiring
nothing.
In the Land of Stuck, I don’t have to
contend with comparison or judgement.
I don’t have to worry about the possibility
of my words having real power.
I don’t have to lose the people
who can’t see me.
I don’t have to get better at my craft,
because it serves no purpose.
Now my Values are getting impatient
with...
about being stuck.
Stuck in writer’s block.
Stuck in expectations.
Stuck in fear of rejection.
Stuck has become
a mighty comfortable place,
requiring
nothing.
In the Land of Stuck, I don’t have to
contend with comparison or judgement.
I don’t have to worry about the possibility
of my words having real power.
I don’t have to lose the people
who can’t see me.
I don’t have to get better at my craft,
because it serves no purpose.
Now my Values are getting impatient
with...
#LifeAsAWriter
#motivational
#PersonalGrowth #SelfReflection
#PersonalGrowth #SelfReflection
84 reads
10 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 10:35pm
13th Apr 2025 10:35pm
A Siren’s Soft Lullaby (Livin' La Vida Loca)
A clandestine affair under the Hunter Moon within the enrapture of
As an erected stance dances into the bed of midnight’s silken glove
Minds and hearts in exile dances in the illumination of moonlight
Entangled, embraced, anticipated Heavenly passion in sight
Remnants touched of its blending emotions
Hearts under the moon cast of its love potion
Captive souls colliding, within the universe we cajole
Entwined essence heightened as one soul
Bodies serenading, the rapture of love...
As an erected stance dances into the bed of midnight’s silken glove
Minds and hearts in exile dances in the illumination of moonlight
Entangled, embraced, anticipated Heavenly passion in sight
Remnants touched of its blending emotions
Hearts under the moon cast of its love potion
Captive souls colliding, within the universe we cajole
Entwined essence heightened as one soul
Bodies serenading, the rapture of love...
#LifeAsAWriter
#mythology
#spiritual
#sun
#water
170 reads
PAR
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 6:12pm
13th Apr 2025 6:12pm
Channeling Shadows
In the dim-lit chamber, the air grows thin.
The psychographer draws the specter in.
Quill in hand, trembling, eager to scribe.
Echoes of Poe dark whispers imbibe.
The raven stirs, though fleshless it stays.
Its shadow looms eternal in haze.
"Speak," pleads the vessel, a soul unwinded.
Through fingertips flows the long-silenced mind.
Words spill forth, grotesque and divine.
Lines of sorrow, of death’s cold design.
Each phrase etched in despair’s black tongue.
An ode to the lost, the morbid unsung.
...
The psychographer draws the specter in.
Quill in hand, trembling, eager to scribe.
Echoes of Poe dark whispers imbibe.
The raven stirs, though fleshless it stays.
Its shadow looms eternal in haze.
"Speak," pleads the vessel, a soul unwinded.
Through fingertips flows the long-silenced mind.
Words spill forth, grotesque and divine.
Lines of sorrow, of death’s cold design.
Each phrase etched in despair’s black tongue.
An ode to the lost, the morbid unsung.
...
#EdgarAllanPoe
#LifeAsAWriter
#love
#obsession
#spiritual
69 reads
6 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 10:25pm
11th Apr 2025 10:25pm
Surfing
I wear my bath costume
And I surf by the ocean
Devoted
I never miss a day.
And I surf by the ocean
Devoted
I never miss a day.
#LifeAsAWriter
50 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 3:40am
11th Apr 2025 3:40am
When We Cross
I’m often amazed at the insightful musings of others
Not just in their intellect
But also in the spiritual sense of being and understanding
As if clarity has been achieved through the obstacles they’ve faced
Perception comes at different times and different levels
Especially when we’re caught up in those moments of unity
Poetry seems to capture it perfectly
Making our journey through this human experience
That much more fantastic
60 Unique Words
70 Total
Not just in their intellect
But also in the spiritual sense of being and understanding
As if clarity has been achieved through the obstacles they’ve faced
Perception comes at different times and different levels
Especially when we’re caught up in those moments of unity
Poetry seems to capture it perfectly
Making our journey through this human experience
That much more fantastic
60 Unique Words
70 Total
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#love
#SelfReflection
73 reads
2 Comments
DaisyGrace
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 1:03am
11th Apr 2025 1:03am
Journaler
I place all my hope
between the pages. Forbidden
eyes glance over its covers,
land on the ribbon
bookmark flapping in the wind.
Do they wonder about the sanctity of secrets
that I slip away from sight?
Do they think I have a fancy
shopping list? A hit list?
Do they see: serious writer,
eyes glued to the white space,
pretentious asshole plumbing
the depths of humanity?
Artist with a capital A?
I’m just a girl
with an ever-expanding
desire to capture, to hold
in my tired hands, Life.
...
between the pages. Forbidden
eyes glance over its covers,
land on the ribbon
bookmark flapping in the wind.
Do they wonder about the sanctity of secrets
that I slip away from sight?
Do they think I have a fancy
shopping list? A hit list?
Do they see: serious writer,
eyes glued to the white space,
pretentious asshole plumbing
the depths of humanity?
Artist with a capital A?
I’m just a girl
with an ever-expanding
desire to capture, to hold
in my tired hands, Life.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
11 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 10:20pm
9th Apr 2025 10:20pm
Silent Silkworms
I fell asleep
Drifting gently, to the land of dreams
And they, for a change
Were mostly pleasant
I awoke
Feeling umusually relaxed
And at peace
In fact my bed
Felt more comfortable, than usual
As if the bedcovers
Were made of the finest silk
I lay there for a while
Daydreaming, engaging within the harmony of existence
Only disturbed
By the sense, my bed was moving
I opened my eyes
It was pitch black
Yet i always sleep with soft light
Perhaps the light was momentarily lost
I tried...
Drifting gently, to the land of dreams
And they, for a change
Were mostly pleasant
I awoke
Feeling umusually relaxed
And at peace
In fact my bed
Felt more comfortable, than usual
As if the bedcovers
Were made of the finest silk
I lay there for a while
Daydreaming, engaging within the harmony of existence
Only disturbed
By the sense, my bed was moving
I opened my eyes
It was pitch black
Yet i always sleep with soft light
Perhaps the light was momentarily lost
I tried...
#anxiety
#LifeAsAWriter
#nightmares
58 reads
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 1:49am
9th Apr 2025 1:49am
A Valet Moment In Time (Ft. Lauderdale, Florida)
We were arriving from Atlanta, Georgia where we spent the night partying until the Grand Rise of the sun, then on to Ft. Lauderdale, Miami Floridia, Orlando Florida, those Floridians sure know how to make a New Yorker Queen, and an Atlanta Native Diva feel at home, the love, the beaches, the cuisine, the handsome men...mmm.
I left my sacred and sweetest incantations, all over your beautiful Sunshine State.
We were celebrating for a day of fun, exploring, softly flirting within the moment of time.
Congratulations to the Florida...
I left my sacred and sweetest incantations, all over your beautiful Sunshine State.
We were celebrating for a day of fun, exploring, softly flirting within the moment of time.
Congratulations to the Florida...
#beach
#LifeAsAWriter
#mythology
#sun
#water
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