Popular Poems About Life As A Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
Caged Bird
Not feeling it today
So I'm not gonna write
Forcing the words
Just doesnt seem right
Poetry is an outlet
A place to release
There must be some truth
Within every piece
The meaning is lost
When no purpose is served
Integrity is something
That must be preserved
Pressuring myself
To put something to page
Is equivalent to a bird
Trapped in a cage
Feathers and wings
Yet unable to fly
What is a bird
That can't touch the sky?
So I'm not gonna write
Forcing the words
Just doesnt seem right
Poetry is an outlet
A place to release
There must be some truth
Within every piece
The meaning is lost
When no purpose is served
Integrity is something
That must be preserved
Pressuring myself
To put something to page
Is equivalent to a bird
Trapped in a cage
Feathers and wings
Yet unable to fly
What is a bird
That can't touch the sky?
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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She believed everything I said
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
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #ignorance
#WritingPoetry #ignorance
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Heard
I couldn't speak
I didn't dare
For there was
Tension everywhere
So, instead
I poured all
My pain onto paper
Put my ego
To one side
With each word
Filled with satisfaction
Now that I've been heard
I didn't dare
For there was
Tension everywhere
So, instead
I poured all
My pain onto paper
Put my ego
To one side
With each word
Filled with satisfaction
Now that I've been heard
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Contentment
Here I lay content
I took mine happy pills
Neither highs nor lows ‘no emotions
From which to feel, to grip or write
Becomin numb,
With little care, and strange vagueness’s of time;
I see no more beauty in a darken place
I see no more strange horrors of love,
I only see obligations & my duties.
Becoming socially acceptable,
When the artist in me dies
I took mine happy pills
Neither highs nor lows ‘no emotions
From which to feel, to grip or write
Becomin numb,
With little care, and strange vagueness’s of time;
I see no more beauty in a darken place
I see no more strange horrors of love,
I only see obligations & my duties.
Becoming socially acceptable,
When the artist in me dies
#LifeAsAWriter
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Lost In Writers World
I am just where I belong
Lost in this writer's world
Waiting for each line
To unfurl upon this paper
Blank no more
For me you are
An inspiration
Words that spill
Dressed in perspiration
Meant to tantalize
For sure
Captivate and
So much more
Lost in this writer's world
Waiting for each line
To unfurl upon this paper
Blank no more
For me you are
An inspiration
Words that spill
Dressed in perspiration
Meant to tantalize
For sure
Captivate and
So much more
#LifeAsAWriter
#passion
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Hymn to Words
In dim lit corners
of whisky-soaked nights
she stood in a stained nightdress
stuffing prayers into wounds
she ran
nimble fingers though matted hair
opened up a throat
allowed grief to splutter out from lungs
that choked on midnight’s breath
she stared—
placed her hand on a weary chest
counted irregular beats
found God in the exhale
amongst limitless space
she came without warning
on a barren winter’s eve
...
of whisky-soaked nights
she stood in a stained nightdress
stuffing prayers into wounds
she ran
nimble fingers though matted hair
opened up a throat
allowed grief to splutter out from lungs
that choked on midnight’s breath
she stared—
placed her hand on a weary chest
counted irregular beats
found God in the exhale
amongst limitless space
she came without warning
on a barren winter’s eve
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#pagan
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Deaf In The Water
To know what I was made for
I'm not soul searching anymore
Once I got my foot in the door
I felt my once idle heart soar
I had to go it all alone
Test the waters and be shown
The way to get to that place
I always knew was my home
But still I find when I arise
Words are meaningless and contrived
When written merely to impress
To which is left a bloody mess
I'm not soul searching anymore
Once I got my foot in the door
I felt my once idle heart soar
I had to go it all alone
Test the waters and be shown
The way to get to that place
I always knew was my home
But still I find when I arise
Words are meaningless and contrived
When written merely to impress
To which is left a bloody mess
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
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No poem today
There shall be no poem today.
The thoughts will not be corralled.
I’m an amateur sheepdog
running circles
yapping aimlessly
at an unruly flock,
each going their own way.
So, sorry – there’s no poem here.
There shall be no poem today.
We’re out of stock.
And the sun shining through the spider plant
on the windowsill
is casting a highly disorganized shadow,
as my brain’s fingers
also reach randomly
in too many unfocused directions.
There’s just no poem to be found.
There shall be no poem today. ...
The thoughts will not be corralled.
I’m an amateur sheepdog
running circles
yapping aimlessly
at an unruly flock,
each going their own way.
So, sorry – there’s no poem here.
There shall be no poem today.
We’re out of stock.
And the sun shining through the spider plant
on the windowsill
is casting a highly disorganized shadow,
as my brain’s fingers
also reach randomly
in too many unfocused directions.
There’s just no poem to be found.
There shall be no poem today. ...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Virtual Thrills
I'm no stranger
to controversy
So this might appear
a bit misleading
I get my excitement
Somewhere but not here
When I arrived it was to write
Call me a snob if you will
I want friends
Not virtual thrills
to controversy
So this might appear
a bit misleading
I get my excitement
Somewhere but not here
When I arrived it was to write
Call me a snob if you will
I want friends
Not virtual thrills
#LifeAsAWriter
#relationships
#WritingPoetry
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Unusual Success
Foreplay with no friends
Premature until the end
Succumbed to The Bends
Focus, there’s no lens
Kids should never make amends
Left click now and send
Thank you, I ‘am
Premature until the end
Succumbed to The Bends
Focus, there’s no lens
Kids should never make amends
Left click now and send
Thank you, I ‘am
#haiku
#hope
#LifeAsAWriter
#rejection
#rhyming
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Letter to a writer part III
It's been a long while since we talked, and for the record I don't forgive you. But I do miss you. And I hate that I miss you.
My life is so fucked up right now, and some days I just wanna call you, so you can make me laugh, and throw me loaded compliments I absolutely don't believe, because if Goddesses are real, I'm not one of them.
I've lost a lot of friends in the last 2 years, not just you. And I honestly can't tell you who I miss more. We were all bound under strange circumstances, and we all ended in fire and silence, like watching a raging inferno with the...
My life is so fucked up right now, and some days I just wanna call you, so you can make me laugh, and throw me loaded compliments I absolutely don't believe, because if Goddesses are real, I'm not one of them.
I've lost a lot of friends in the last 2 years, not just you. And I honestly can't tell you who I miss more. We were all bound under strange circumstances, and we all ended in fire and silence, like watching a raging inferno with the...
#betrayal
#friendship
#LifeAsAWriter #loneliness
#LifeAsAWriter #loneliness
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Book of Life
My hair
is being pulled
by the winds
of time
Stories
once written
in this book
of life
For every
other page
there’s a
raging storm
The paper
soaking wet
raining tears
that transform
These chapters
of my life
that I made
it through
Lessons
repeated
until I found
the truth:
I am
the author
I see all
the patterns…
That day
the
hourglass
shattered
is being pulled
by the winds
of time
Stories
once written
in this book
of life
For every
other page
there’s a
raging storm
The paper
soaking wet
raining tears
that transform
These chapters
of my life
that I made
it through
Lessons
repeated
until I found
the truth:
I am
the author
I see all
the patterns…
That day
the
hourglass
shattered
#books
#NaPoWriMo2024
#PersonalGrowth
#TimeHeals
#LifeAsAWriter
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