Poems About Life As A Writer Published by Members Recently Online
#LifeAsAWriter
MalcolmG
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:56pm
Yesterday 2:56pm
Poetry SNOBS ...
Ink must flow in lines,
metered, measured, high-minded
else it is not art.
They sneer at free verse,
counting feet like prison bars,
locking out the wild.
Rhyme too clean? Too trite.
Rhyme too loose? Unrefined slop.
Gold melts in their hands.
Ancient names they quote,
wielding rules like brittle swords
paper cuts still sting.
Silence when they read,
hushed as if the gods had penned
what they claim to own.
Yet wind speaks in gusts,
rivers carve new paths through stone ...
metered, measured, high-minded
else it is not art.
They sneer at free verse,
counting feet like prison bars,
locking out the wild.
Rhyme too clean? Too trite.
Rhyme too loose? Unrefined slop.
Gold melts in their hands.
Ancient names they quote,
wielding rules like brittle swords
paper cuts still sting.
Silence when they read,
hushed as if the gods had penned
what they claim to own.
Yet wind speaks in gusts,
rivers carve new paths through stone ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2023 7:35am
3rd Jun 2023 7:35am
ODE TO NIZANA 1977-2023
It was in 2021
your journey with us here begun
when you first shared on DUP
your frank, straight-from-life poetry.
From high school teen and then a wife
and mother, divorcee, your life
was shared with us upon our page
with humour, sadness, fun, not rage.
I saw in you great potential
as a writer, evidential
too was the way you shared
thoughts with your daughter, you so cared.
I read the comments we exchanged
about most of the pieces ranged.
Yours to me were filled with kindness,
no...
your journey with us here begun
when you first shared on DUP
your frank, straight-from-life poetry.
From high school teen and then a wife
and mother, divorcee, your life
was shared with us upon our page
with humour, sadness, fun, not rage.
I saw in you great potential
as a writer, evidential
too was the way you shared
thoughts with your daughter, you so cared.
I read the comments we exchanged
about most of the pieces ranged.
Yours to me were filled with kindness,
no...
#death
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
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4 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2023 7:35am
3rd Jun 2023 7:35am
ODE TO NIZANA 1977-2023
It was in 2021
your journey with us here begun
when you first shared on DUP
your frank, straight-from-life poetry.
From high school teen and then a wife
and mother, divorcee, your life
was shared with us upon our page
with humour, sadness, fun, not rage.
I saw in you great potential
as a writer, evidential
too was the way you shared
thoughts with your daughter, you so cared.
I read the comments we exchanged
about most of the pieces ranged.
Yours to me were filled with kindness,
no...
your journey with us here begun
when you first shared on DUP
your frank, straight-from-life poetry.
From high school teen and then a wife
and mother, divorcee, your life
was shared with us upon our page
with humour, sadness, fun, not rage.
I saw in you great potential
as a writer, evidential
too was the way you shared
thoughts with your daughter, you so cared.
I read the comments we exchanged
about most of the pieces ranged.
Yours to me were filled with kindness,
no...
#death
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
464 reads
4 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2023 7:35am
3rd Jun 2023 7:35am
ODE TO NIZANA 1977-2023
It was in 2021
your journey with us here begun
when you first shared on DUP
your frank, straight-from-life poetry.
From high school teen and then a wife
and mother, divorcee, your life
was shared with us upon our page
with humour, sadness, fun, not rage.
I saw in you great potential
as a writer, evidential
too was the way you shared
thoughts with your daughter, you so cared.
I read the comments we exchanged
about most of the pieces ranged.
Yours to me were filled with kindness,
no...
your journey with us here begun
when you first shared on DUP
your frank, straight-from-life poetry.
From high school teen and then a wife
and mother, divorcee, your life
was shared with us upon our page
with humour, sadness, fun, not rage.
I saw in you great potential
as a writer, evidential
too was the way you shared
thoughts with your daughter, you so cared.
I read the comments we exchanged
about most of the pieces ranged.
Yours to me were filled with kindness,
no...
#death
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
464 reads
4 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
13th Jan 2023 2:27am
13th Jan 2023 2:27am
Poeem
my dad is so southern,
he says “poem”
like “poeem”
and I’m just manic enough
to appreciate that
what I appreciate more, though
is that upon hearing my
latest scribblings, declared
he would write a poeem of his own
he grabs a notebook that I’m certain
is aged nearly as many years as I have,
but dare I say not nearly as well
*insert a wink emoji, if you’re into
that sort of thing*
I’m hit with a starburst of memories;
he, in his Bible-studyin’ chair
-and me, on the old...
he says “poem”
like “poeem”
and I’m just manic enough
to appreciate that
what I appreciate more, though
is that upon hearing my
latest scribblings, declared
he would write a poeem of his own
he grabs a notebook that I’m certain
is aged nearly as many years as I have,
but dare I say not nearly as well
*insert a wink emoji, if you’re into
that sort of thing*
I’m hit with a starburst of memories;
he, in his Bible-studyin’ chair
-and me, on the old...
#family
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories #WritingPoetry
#memories #WritingPoetry
254 reads
27 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
13th Jan 2023 2:27am
13th Jan 2023 2:27am
Poeem
my dad is so southern,
he says “poem”
like “poeem”
and I’m just manic enough
to appreciate that
what I appreciate more, though
is that upon hearing my
latest scribblings, declared
he would write a poeem of his own
he grabs a notebook that I’m certain
is aged nearly as many years as I have,
but dare I say not nearly as well
*insert a wink emoji, if you’re into
that sort of thing*
I’m hit with a starburst of memories;
he, in his Bible-studyin’ chair
-and me, on the old...
he says “poem”
like “poeem”
and I’m just manic enough
to appreciate that
what I appreciate more, though
is that upon hearing my
latest scribblings, declared
he would write a poeem of his own
he grabs a notebook that I’m certain
is aged nearly as many years as I have,
but dare I say not nearly as well
*insert a wink emoji, if you’re into
that sort of thing*
I’m hit with a starburst of memories;
he, in his Bible-studyin’ chair
-and me, on the old...
#family
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories #WritingPoetry
#memories #WritingPoetry
254 reads
27 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
13th Jan 2023 2:27am
13th Jan 2023 2:27am
Poeem
my dad is so southern,
he says “poem”
like “poeem”
and I’m just manic enough
to appreciate that
what I appreciate more, though
is that upon hearing my
latest scribblings, declared
he would write a poeem of his own
he grabs a notebook that I’m certain
is aged nearly as many years as I have,
but dare I say not nearly as well
*insert a wink emoji, if you’re into
that sort of thing*
I’m hit with a starburst of memories;
he, in his Bible-studyin’ chair
-and me, on the old...
he says “poem”
like “poeem”
and I’m just manic enough
to appreciate that
what I appreciate more, though
is that upon hearing my
latest scribblings, declared
he would write a poeem of his own
he grabs a notebook that I’m certain
is aged nearly as many years as I have,
but dare I say not nearly as well
*insert a wink emoji, if you’re into
that sort of thing*
I’m hit with a starburst of memories;
he, in his Bible-studyin’ chair
-and me, on the old...
#family
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories #WritingPoetry
#memories #WritingPoetry
254 reads
27 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
13th Jan 2023 2:27am
13th Jan 2023 2:27am
Poeem
my dad is so southern,
he says “poem”
like “poeem”
and I’m just manic enough
to appreciate that
what I appreciate more, though
is that upon hearing my
latest scribblings, declared
he would write a poeem of his own
he grabs a notebook that I’m certain
is aged nearly as many years as I have,
but dare I say not nearly as well
*insert a wink emoji, if you’re into
that sort of thing*
I’m hit with a starburst of memories;
he, in his Bible-studyin’ chair
-and me, on the old...
he says “poem”
like “poeem”
and I’m just manic enough
to appreciate that
what I appreciate more, though
is that upon hearing my
latest scribblings, declared
he would write a poeem of his own
he grabs a notebook that I’m certain
is aged nearly as many years as I have,
but dare I say not nearly as well
*insert a wink emoji, if you’re into
that sort of thing*
I’m hit with a starburst of memories;
he, in his Bible-studyin’ chair
-and me, on the old...
#family
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories #WritingPoetry
#memories #WritingPoetry
254 reads
27 Comments
Kasai
Poem Published
12th Apr 2023 8:58pm
12th Apr 2023 8:58pm
Raconteur - a person who tells anecdotes in a skillful and amusing way
I didn't know you, but I'm sure someone did & maybe you met each day that way, chaotic & intense like an unexpected, sideways rain.
you shoved your stories in your pocket & walked away & it makes me wish I'd read them one last time.
you'll live the details I have an eye for & I'll write about them to remember what I never knew, your absence slowly replacing what's been written.
all those little bits 'n' pieces we leave behind, there's always someone out there, hanging on to at least one of them
& they'll rest in that...
you shoved your stories in your pocket & walked away & it makes me wish I'd read them one last time.
you'll live the details I have an eye for & I'll write about them to remember what I never knew, your absence slowly replacing what's been written.
all those little bits 'n' pieces we leave behind, there's always someone out there, hanging on to at least one of them
& they'll rest in that...
#LifeAsAWriter
836 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Jan 2022 4:41am
27th Jan 2022 4:41am
Coffee, Tea, or Barista
Coffee, Tea, or Barista
The sunshine in her tresses is an aura of the sacred woman. She sends her womanly vibes in the form of a message from across the glass of the pastry rack. “How is your day going?”
“Just a relaxed kind of day.”
“What brings you to our realm of coffee?”
“I come here to write poetry and prose. The meditative music and peaceful energy put me in a frame to create.”
She smirks mischievously, “Oh, and watching the people fits in that scheme. Lots of beauty to behold including the Baristas.”
“Well, I...
The sunshine in her tresses is an aura of the sacred woman. She sends her womanly vibes in the form of a message from across the glass of the pastry rack. “How is your day going?”
“Just a relaxed kind of day.”
“What brings you to our realm of coffee?”
“I come here to write poetry and prose. The meditative music and peaceful energy put me in a frame to create.”
She smirks mischievously, “Oh, and watching the people fits in that scheme. Lots of beauty to behold including the Baristas.”
“Well, I...
#beauty
#LifeAsAWriter
#sexy #tea
#sexy #tea
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Jan 2022 4:41am
27th Jan 2022 4:41am
Coffee, Tea, or Barista
Coffee, Tea, or Barista
The sunshine in her tresses is an aura of the sacred woman. She sends her womanly vibes in the form of a message from across the glass of the pastry rack. “How is your day going?”
“Just a relaxed kind of day.”
“What brings you to our realm of coffee?”
“I come here to write poetry and prose. The meditative music and peaceful energy put me in a frame to create.”
She smirks mischievously, “Oh, and watching the people fits in that scheme. Lots of beauty to behold including the Baristas.”
“Well, I...
The sunshine in her tresses is an aura of the sacred woman. She sends her womanly vibes in the form of a message from across the glass of the pastry rack. “How is your day going?”
“Just a relaxed kind of day.”
“What brings you to our realm of coffee?”
“I come here to write poetry and prose. The meditative music and peaceful energy put me in a frame to create.”
She smirks mischievously, “Oh, and watching the people fits in that scheme. Lots of beauty to behold including the Baristas.”
“Well, I...
#beauty
#LifeAsAWriter
#sexy #tea
#sexy #tea
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0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Jan 2022 4:41am
27th Jan 2022 4:41am
Coffee, Tea, or Barista
Coffee, Tea, or Barista
The sunshine in her tresses is an aura of the sacred woman. She sends her womanly vibes in the form of a message from across the glass of the pastry rack. “How is your day going?”
“Just a relaxed kind of day.”
“What brings you to our realm of coffee?”
“I come here to write poetry and prose. The meditative music and peaceful energy put me in a frame to create.”
She smirks mischievously, “Oh, and watching the people fits in that scheme. Lots of beauty to behold including the Baristas.”
“Well, I...
The sunshine in her tresses is an aura of the sacred woman. She sends her womanly vibes in the form of a message from across the glass of the pastry rack. “How is your day going?”
“Just a relaxed kind of day.”
“What brings you to our realm of coffee?”
“I come here to write poetry and prose. The meditative music and peaceful energy put me in a frame to create.”
She smirks mischievously, “Oh, and watching the people fits in that scheme. Lots of beauty to behold including the Baristas.”
“Well, I...
#beauty
#LifeAsAWriter
#sexy #tea
#sexy #tea
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