Popular Poems About Life As A Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
Ode To Morrison
A black clad leather demon claiming to be the lizard king
Mr. Mojo Rising up on stage dancing in the summer rain
Doors are infinitely open to perception as he starts to sing
While young people bare witness to a world gone insane
Strange people are taking random drives in the moonlight
Ready to break on through waiting to reach the other side
A ceramic frog with a peace sign hanging over love street
While the city sleeps the truth is hidden in this soft parade
A simple ode to Morrison to reflect his influence on me
He taught me...
Mr. Mojo Rising up on stage dancing in the summer rain
Doors are infinitely open to perception as he starts to sing
While young people bare witness to a world gone insane
Strange people are taking random drives in the moonlight
Ready to break on through waiting to reach the other side
A ceramic frog with a peace sign hanging over love street
While the city sleeps the truth is hidden in this soft parade
A simple ode to Morrison to reflect his influence on me
He taught me...
#LifeAsAWriter
#music
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Discovery
What is the true purpose of
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself #SelfDiscovery
#myself #SelfDiscovery
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Edit Me? Edit You
Edit me? Edit you
with your incorrigible grammar
your misspelled lullabies
your untrue truths
as you make yourself look pretty
I've already seen who may be the real you
corrected and helped you
you and I don't need to discuss anything
creativity can be stolen or mimicked any day
creators are born
I will always sit back and watch you
warn my family
but I refuse to engage with you
sooner or later
it won’t matter to anyone what you do
that's how karma works
Perhaps you're a clever bot
the new-fangled...
with your incorrigible grammar
your misspelled lullabies
your untrue truths
as you make yourself look pretty
I've already seen who may be the real you
corrected and helped you
you and I don't need to discuss anything
creativity can be stolen or mimicked any day
creators are born
I will always sit back and watch you
warn my family
but I refuse to engage with you
sooner or later
it won’t matter to anyone what you do
that's how karma works
Perhaps you're a clever bot
the new-fangled...
#dark
#deception
#frustration
#lies
#LifeAsAWriter
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Excel
Rhymes and spaces
Words some verse
Poets, places
Eyes observe
Pen and ink
Cast magic spells
Thoughts extract
Whilst YOU excel
Words some verse
Poets, places
Eyes observe
Pen and ink
Cast magic spells
Thoughts extract
Whilst YOU excel
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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10 Comments
70's porn movies
When the imbeciles disembark
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Naaj and Ahhhh...
He is my prancing butt naked
In a flowered apron
Hovering around his simmering stove
Spreading to be his treasure trove
Awaiting those plump
Baked goodies
My Asiatic dragon printed cape
My coping mechanism, my escape hatch
My pantie snatcher
I'm stuck with his sticky
Since he slipped me his poetic mickey
I've become deeply infused
With his rhyme scheme
How he injects, infects
With subliminal inflections
Maybe I've become a living...
In a flowered apron
Hovering around his simmering stove
Spreading to be his treasure trove
Awaiting those plump
Baked goodies
My Asiatic dragon printed cape
My coping mechanism, my escape hatch
My pantie snatcher
I'm stuck with his sticky
Since he slipped me his poetic mickey
I've become deeply infused
With his rhyme scheme
How he injects, infects
With subliminal inflections
Maybe I've become a living...
#admiration
#crush
#LifeAsAWriter
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Lavender Moon
magic lurked in every corner
Tarot cards on dark tables
witchcraft written in beautifully
illustrated tablets
scents of incense
permeated the air
skulls and ravens
horoscopes and symbols
jewelry hung from gnarled wood
shimmering in rainbows prisms
light danced
around the room
old wood floors caked
with oriental carpets
muted by wear
"watch your step my pretty"
painted between doorways
where the floorboards creaked
their own song of
something pending
air was filled with...
Tarot cards on dark tables
witchcraft written in beautifully
illustrated tablets
scents of incense
permeated the air
skulls and ravens
horoscopes and symbols
jewelry hung from gnarled wood
shimmering in rainbows prisms
light danced
around the room
old wood floors caked
with oriental carpets
muted by wear
"watch your step my pretty"
painted between doorways
where the floorboards creaked
their own song of
something pending
air was filled with...
#Halloween
#LifeAsAWriter
#magic #mythology
#magic #mythology
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She’s Arrived! (fianaturie8)
She tip toed in
Quietly
Then
SHOWED UP
Her unique style
Attractive
Bold
Sassy
Sexy
Determined
Her poetry draws you in
My day is complete
When I read
Fia’s poetry and stories
She’s no slouch
She has aspirations
Goals
Her own poetry magazine
(Hypo Frost)
With plans for another
A published author
(Check out her work!)
A loving mother
A superb human being
I am wondering…
Where the heck
Do I get me some ...
Quietly
Then
SHOWED UP
Her unique style
Attractive
Bold
Sassy
Sexy
Determined
Her poetry draws you in
My day is complete
When I read
Fia’s poetry and stories
She’s no slouch
She has aspirations
Goals
Her own poetry magazine
(Hypo Frost)
With plans for another
A published author
(Check out her work!)
A loving mother
A superb human being
I am wondering…
Where the heck
Do I get me some ...
#admiration
#LifeAsAWriter
#respect
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So witty, yet so naive
I took her up to the roof and told her she could fly because I asked God to grant her a special aviator's license.
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
Did you ever hear of something so goddamn stupid?
She did it
She fell like a fucking stone
Pretty stupid, even for a girl that was an amazing poet!
She was on this site from time to time
#God
#ignorance
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#ThrillSeeking
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Unattainable
Meeting passion founts, elation unattainable
Loving beyond reach, possession unattainable.
Carved pains from which to heal, an abiding endeavour
As mind pleasure, satisfaction unattainable.
Passion and reason in soul, harmony far to reach
Refining a soul, perfection unattainable.
Boundless words poetry, a wonder to uncover
Soaring fancy, destination unattainable.
Beauty, insight of the mind, rainbows of perception
Like truth core, the heart distinction unattainable.
Love, ever Life in motion, the soul rebirth and...
Loving beyond reach, possession unattainable.
Carved pains from which to heal, an abiding endeavour
As mind pleasure, satisfaction unattainable.
Passion and reason in soul, harmony far to reach
Refining a soul, perfection unattainable.
Boundless words poetry, a wonder to uncover
Soaring fancy, destination unattainable.
Beauty, insight of the mind, rainbows of perception
Like truth core, the heart distinction unattainable.
Love, ever Life in motion, the soul rebirth and...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Ode to Pessoa's Multiple Poems
Oh Pessoa, master of masks and souls,
who unfolds in multiple verses,
in each heteronym, a universe,
in each poem, a new being.
Alberto Caeiro, shepherd of the fields,
with simplicity and wisdom,
describes nature in its purity
and teaches us to see the world with clarity.
Ricardo Reis, serene epicurean,
with his odes of calm and resignation,
celebrates life with measure and reason
and invites us to live with moderation.
Álvaro de Campos, sensitive engineer,
with his eagerness and modernity, ...
who unfolds in multiple verses,
in each heteronym, a universe,
in each poem, a new being.
Alberto Caeiro, shepherd of the fields,
with simplicity and wisdom,
describes nature in its purity
and teaches us to see the world with clarity.
Ricardo Reis, serene epicurean,
with his odes of calm and resignation,
celebrates life with measure and reason
and invites us to live with moderation.
Álvaro de Campos, sensitive engineer,
with his eagerness and modernity, ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Struggling Autisms
Struggling to function in a world that's dysfunctional
Struggling to view the face in the mirror
Struggling with the concept of existence
Struggling with the impermanence
Struggling to kick certain habits
Struggling to look you in the eyes
Struggling with the these little conversations
Struggling with the flow
Struggling out of time
Struggling to view the face in the mirror
Struggling with the concept of existence
Struggling with the impermanence
Struggling to kick certain habits
Struggling to look you in the eyes
Struggling with the these little conversations
Struggling with the flow
Struggling out of time
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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