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
17th Feb 2025 10:14pm
17th Feb 2025 10:14pm
Much Ado......
Just thinking about language
And colloquial variations
So....
Would a 'northern' version
Of newt
Be nowt?
There's no bout adoubt it
And how is no sense
The same as nonsense
Only different?
And can you ride tandem?
These questions, and more
Are much ado about nothing
Or
Much ado about nowt
Or should that therefore
Be newt?
by Jemia
And colloquial variations
So....
Would a 'northern' version
Of newt
Be nowt?
There's no bout adoubt it
And how is no sense
The same as nonsense
Only different?
And can you ride tandem?
These questions, and more
Are much ado about nothing
Or
Much ado about nowt
Or should that therefore
Be newt?
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#parody
#philosophical
#PowerOfWords
#satirical
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NP_NP
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 4:43pm
17th Feb 2025 4:43pm
Unseen
I sit back, unseen,
in the shadows of your lives,
watching the threads
that pull you—fragile, messy things—
tangle and twist.
I don’t need to speak,
don’t need to be seen,
I’m here to catch the moments
when you think you’re invisible—
that’s when the truth slips through.
Patterns emerge in the chaos,
a heartbeat’s hesitation,
the flicker in the eye
before you hide the secret,
before you lie to yourself.
You move,
like marionettes
dancing on a stage
no one...
in the shadows of your lives,
watching the threads
that pull you—fragile, messy things—
tangle and twist.
I don’t need to speak,
don’t need to be seen,
I’m here to catch the moments
when you think you’re invisible—
that’s when the truth slips through.
Patterns emerge in the chaos,
a heartbeat’s hesitation,
the flicker in the eye
before you hide the secret,
before you lie to yourself.
You move,
like marionettes
dancing on a stage
no one...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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NP_NP
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 4:27pm
16th Feb 2025 4:27pm
Harry
I'm high on everything, the touch of a stranger,
The music plays as I ponder my next move,
Days blur into nights, like a fleeting danger,
He's Jewish, so Christmas he doesn't do.
Each night a light show, the rhythm never stops,
A tax lawyer with an endless supply,
I watch, entranced, as his carelessness drops,
A man who’d rather soar than ask why.
How can he outdo me, with no sleep for days?
His pupils wide, driving fast, unafraid,
I feel the rush as insanity sways,
A dance with madness, no price to be...
The music plays as I ponder my next move,
Days blur into nights, like a fleeting danger,
He's Jewish, so Christmas he doesn't do.
Each night a light show, the rhythm never stops,
A tax lawyer with an endless supply,
I watch, entranced, as his carelessness drops,
A man who’d rather soar than ask why.
How can he outdo me, with no sleep for days?
His pupils wide, driving fast, unafraid,
I feel the rush as insanity sways,
A dance with madness, no price to be...
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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NP_NP
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 5:04am
15th Feb 2025 5:04am
No Plan
I won't ask for a plan,
Who I am, or who I'll be,
For tomorrow is a shadow,
A dream not yet to see.
I've glimpsed a few futures,
But they slipped through my grip,
Like wood drifting down a stream,
Carried by unseen hands.
If you're not careful, boy,
I might become a logjam,
Caught in your river forever,
Tangled in your thoughts.
So stand still with me and admire
The random art on the walls
Of casino halls,
Where time is both fleeting and small. ...
Who I am, or who I'll be,
For tomorrow is a shadow,
A dream not yet to see.
I've glimpsed a few futures,
But they slipped through my grip,
Like wood drifting down a stream,
Carried by unseen hands.
If you're not careful, boy,
I might become a logjam,
Caught in your river forever,
Tangled in your thoughts.
So stand still with me and admire
The random art on the walls
Of casino halls,
Where time is both fleeting and small. ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
#universe
#WritingPoetry
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NP_NP
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 4:42am
15th Feb 2025 4:42am
Pregunta
I ask the questions, odd and strange,
Ones that seem to rearrange,
The flow of thoughts, the rhythm's beat,
To see how minds might skip a beat.
Not for answers, but for pause,
For that moment where silence draws,
A thought that's caught, a mind's reply,
A question floating, drifting by.
I wonder if the truth will show,
Or if the answer will still grow,
But in the end, what’s understood,
Is honesty, as it should be.
NP
Ones that seem to rearrange,
The flow of thoughts, the rhythm's beat,
To see how minds might skip a beat.
Not for answers, but for pause,
For that moment where silence draws,
A thought that's caught, a mind's reply,
A question floating, drifting by.
I wonder if the truth will show,
Or if the answer will still grow,
But in the end, what’s understood,
Is honesty, as it should be.
NP
#LifeAsAWriter
#meditation
#SelfReflection
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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missjem56
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 00:29am
13th Feb 2025 00:29am
It's Funny
It's funny
I have cider, and red wine
Both collecting dust
But whenever i have mead in the house
Drink it i Must!
It's funny
I don't like honey
In drinks, or on toast
I love it in a pewter goblet
Or a glass at most
It's funny
That i love smoking weed
When drinking mead
That they happen to rhyme
Is a little sublime
It's funny
I imagine a dinosaur
Would find me quite a delight
Full basted in herbs, and honey
I'm sure i'd make a delicious bite!
It's funny
You see ...
I have cider, and red wine
Both collecting dust
But whenever i have mead in the house
Drink it i Must!
It's funny
I don't like honey
In drinks, or on toast
I love it in a pewter goblet
Or a glass at most
It's funny
That i love smoking weed
When drinking mead
That they happen to rhyme
Is a little sublime
It's funny
I imagine a dinosaur
Would find me quite a delight
Full basted in herbs, and honey
I'm sure i'd make a delicious bite!
It's funny
You see ...
#alcohol
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#marijuana
#satirical
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missjem56
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 3:56pm
12th Feb 2025 3:56pm
Only Be A Sec (xSixty!)
A
Minutia
Of
Minute (rhymes with newt!)
Minute ( ditto init!)
Minuets
by Jemia
Minutia
Of
Minute (rhymes with newt!)
Minute ( ditto init!)
Minuets
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical #PowerOfWords
#philosophical #PowerOfWords
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missjem56
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 3:34pm
12th Feb 2025 3:34pm
Not You
"You
like
stale,
dry,
bread?"
"Also
drink
cold
tea,
tis
true!"
"But
that's
me,
not
you!"
by Jemia
like
stale,
dry,
bread?"
"Also
drink
cold
tea,
tis
true!"
"But
that's
me,
not
you!"
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself #satirical
#myself #satirical
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missjem56
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 3:35pm
10th Feb 2025 3:35pm
Keeping Up To Scratch
In the last week
Ive searched high, and low,
And tried to tweak
To finding a back scratcher
But as yet, haven't managed to capture
Anyone
With long enough nails
That's willing to do it for fun
With perhaps, the occasional pun
So making do
With chop sticks
And door frames too!
by Jemia
Ive searched high, and low,
And tried to tweak
To finding a back scratcher
But as yet, haven't managed to capture
Anyone
With long enough nails
That's willing to do it for fun
With perhaps, the occasional pun
So making do
With chop sticks
And door frames too!
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical #satirical
#philosophical #satirical
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missjem56
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 2:44pm
10th Feb 2025 2:44pm
Misplaced Teardrops
The winter wasteland of my heart
Distant, and distorted
Cast into the cold and lonely rivers of reality
Like melting snowflakes
Now no more than droplets
Their magic, now lost
Without shape, or form
Like misplaced teardrops
by Jemia
Distant, and distorted
Cast into the cold and lonely rivers of reality
Like melting snowflakes
Now no more than droplets
Their magic, now lost
Without shape, or form
Like misplaced teardrops
by Jemia
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
#philosophical
60 reads
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Pishashee
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 5:24am
10th Feb 2025 5:24am
Bart’s Bouncing Donuts.
Bartholomew "Bart". My Buttercup. He’s a man of boundless enthusiasm, a heart of pure spun sugar, and ideas that would make a caffeinated squirrel look lethargic. I love him dearly. Truly, I do. But sometimes, his entrepreneurial spirit… well, it leaves me a little breathless.
For years, he’s been plagued with flightless business adventures. The "Chihuahua Chinchilla", the "Edible Eyeglasses", the "Self-Folding Laundry". (the less said about the hamster union strike, the better). I still find stray sunflower seeds in the dryer....
For years, he’s been plagued with flightless business adventures. The "Chihuahua Chinchilla", the "Edible Eyeglasses", the "Self-Folding Laundry". (the less said about the hamster union strike, the better). I still find stray sunflower seeds in the dryer....
#determination
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
#uplifting
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Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 3:33pm
8th Feb 2025 3:33pm
Hold My Beer
🍺
I didn't know how to gracefully release
an emotional undercurrent
in a manner that was clear
and concise
without becoming the monster I hate
Until the Poem said, Pssst. . .
Hold my beer.
I didn't know how to gracefully release
an emotional undercurrent
in a manner that was clear
and concise
without becoming the monster I hate
Until the Poem said, Pssst. . .
Hold my beer.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#minimalist
#WritingPoetry
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