Popular Poems About Life As A Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
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
196 reads
23 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
24th Apr 2025 00:16am
24th Apr 2025 00:16am
The End Of Our Journey
I will try & reach the end
To see what I've become
This is the beginning of the end
The end of an era
Let us go to the end
To see what we've become
This is the beginning of the end
The end of our journey
This star once shined so bright
It is now a death star
Some have escaped, others will not
And the countdown to extinction has begun
Will there be new horizons and beyond?
Or is this the end to many of our identities?
It is up to you and only you to make that final decision
To see what I've become
This is the beginning of the end
The end of an era
Let us go to the end
To see what we've become
This is the beginning of the end
The end of our journey
This star once shined so bright
It is now a death star
Some have escaped, others will not
And the countdown to extinction has begun
Will there be new horizons and beyond?
Or is this the end to many of our identities?
It is up to you and only you to make that final decision
#choices
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
127 reads
25 Comments
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
96 reads
12 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Apr 2025 2:25pm
28th Apr 2025 2:25pm
Frankenstein
a wicked little reminder of no importance nagged at me
My thoughts grew cold, and I shut out the feeling
As is my way when something becomes uncomfortable
It has a pesky way of emerging elsewhere
For example, I am confronted with those around me
touching on the topic I'm trying to avoid
Nature herself will speak, making cloud formations
The creator whispers in mysterious ways
Even AI will find my pulse in my computer algorithms
She'll give me helpful little tips I didn't want
Let's just say she diagnoses me
Feeling depressed?...
My thoughts grew cold, and I shut out the feeling
As is my way when something becomes uncomfortable
It has a pesky way of emerging elsewhere
For example, I am confronted with those around me
touching on the topic I'm trying to avoid
Nature herself will speak, making cloud formations
The creator whispers in mysterious ways
Even AI will find my pulse in my computer algorithms
She'll give me helpful little tips I didn't want
Let's just say she diagnoses me
Feeling depressed?...
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
76 reads
6 Comments
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
71 reads
6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 8:19am
23rd Apr 2025 8:19am
...and Song
With cadence wove into each breath
true bards must celebrate
fair rhythm up until our death
or equal inert state.
But till that end we live and love
and do the best we can
in sharing all the gist thereof...
blown like the flutes of Pan!
A gourd or reed, or tube of wood,
are only needing lips
to tease the tune that girls should...
from their carnal courtships!
Where's an Eden better than this...
where we poets belong?
Heaven was...
true bards must celebrate
fair rhythm up until our death
or equal inert state.
But till that end we live and love
and do the best we can
in sharing all the gist thereof...
blown like the flutes of Pan!
A gourd or reed, or tube of wood,
are only needing lips
to tease the tune that girls should...
from their carnal courtships!
Where's an Eden better than this...
where we poets belong?
Heaven was...
#epic
#LifeAsAWriter
#passion #WritingPoetry
#passion #WritingPoetry
100 reads
wallyroo92
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 7:41pm
5th Apr 2025 7:41pm
What is This
When fingertips hover over the keys
Or twirl the barrel of the pen
Trying to force the expression
A frustration sets in
Even though the emotion lingers
The words are stuck at the dam
Suddenly
Like a gentle breeze coming through the door
A thought crosses the mind
A key word
Like a tiny spark of invention that makes you ask
What is this?
It’s the muse
Awakened
Gentle hands on your shoulder
Whispering
58 Unique Word
74 Total
Or twirl the barrel of the pen
Trying to force the expression
A frustration sets in
Even though the emotion lingers
The words are stuck at the dam
Suddenly
Like a gentle breeze coming through the door
A thought crosses the mind
A key word
Like a tiny spark of invention that makes you ask
What is this?
It’s the muse
Awakened
Gentle hands on your shoulder
Whispering
58 Unique Word
74 Total
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
93 reads
4 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
111 reads
6 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 3:24am
1st Apr 2025 3:24am
Nature's Warnings
wind raced across sky
black grey clouds bursting warm rain
golden flashes boom
black grey clouds bursting warm rain
golden flashes boom
#LifeAsAWriter
#rain
#storm
92 reads
4 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:13pm
1st Apr 2025 8:13pm
This is Me
I have begun the process of backing up my poems.
I changed my profile picture, so if you ever wondered who I was,
this is "Seed". This is me.
Click on the picture than click it again to see the whole picture.
I changed my profile picture, so if you ever wondered who I was,
this is "Seed". This is me.
Click on the picture than click it again to see the whole picture.
#LifeAsAWriter
58 reads
5 Comments
eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 2:02am
3rd Apr 2025 2:02am
Falling from Underground
I was young and naive
but could do a word weave
and sometimes it was good
Then I went Deep Underground
You wouldn't believe what I found
Something I never thought I would
A community of my people
Making poetry look simple
I wrote from my deepest passions
I shared a few comments
and got a few compliments
I even joined some competitions
If only we all could be sitting in a room
with a stage and a mike to read a poem
...
but could do a word weave
and sometimes it was good
Then I went Deep Underground
You wouldn't believe what I found
Something I never thought I would
A community of my people
Making poetry look simple
I wrote from my deepest passions
I shared a few comments
and got a few compliments
I even joined some competitions
If only we all could be sitting in a room
with a stage and a mike to read a poem
...
#LifeAsAWriter
69 reads
4 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
79 reads
2 Comments
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