Poems About Life As A Writer by Top Critiquers
#LifeAsAWriter
wallyroo92
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 5:44am
12th Apr 2024 5:44am
Expect the Unexpected
I always expect the unexpected you see
No matter how ridiculous or stupid it may be
Prepare for the worst and hope for the best
Because planning helps me deal with the stress
I usually have a back-up plan in the back of my mind
Covering my bases so that everything is aligned
Because if things go south I will not be surprised
I’ll be able take the punch just like I exercised
And if the shit hits the fan you know I’m the man
I lean on my skills and wits to deal with the slam
I’ve been burned before like hard lessons learned
I...
No matter how ridiculous or stupid it may be
Prepare for the worst and hope for the best
Because planning helps me deal with the stress
I usually have a back-up plan in the back of my mind
Covering my bases so that everything is aligned
Because if things go south I will not be surprised
I’ll be able take the punch just like I exercised
And if the shit hits the fan you know I’m the man
I lean on my skills and wits to deal with the slam
I’ve been burned before like hard lessons learned
I...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
43 reads
3 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 2:42am
4th Apr 2024 2:42am
Love poems
the erotic love letters
sighs of desires
dreams and wishes
intangible love making
the pinnacle of desires
rubbing of skins
the moans under sheets
fragrance of love sweats
the dive into pleasure
immeasurable ecstasy
desires in entwined bodies
in absolute surrender
words rendered by creativity
written with the subject in mind
inspired by nature's muses
mirrored in collaborative writes
not for a game of chase
not even a game of chess
it's all creative poetic licence
fruits of...
sighs of desires
dreams and wishes
intangible love making
the pinnacle of desires
rubbing of skins
the moans under sheets
fragrance of love sweats
the dive into pleasure
immeasurable ecstasy
desires in entwined bodies
in absolute surrender
words rendered by creativity
written with the subject in mind
inspired by nature's muses
mirrored in collaborative writes
not for a game of chase
not even a game of chess
it's all creative poetic licence
fruits of...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
76 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
17th Mar 2024 10:56pm
17th Mar 2024 10:56pm
excavation
In this cage, blood alone
will not break this bondage
it takes sweat
to excavate the key
that fits the lock
we can salivate
like a rabid dog
pushing against the bars
our ears ringing
with our own voice
beaten down
by the bouncing echo
our teeth will not gnaw
through this curse
we'll break by the weight
of our chains first
and our mile long howl
on the way down
will do us no good
we have to dig
all writers do
will not break this bondage
it takes sweat
to excavate the key
that fits the lock
we can salivate
like a rabid dog
pushing against the bars
our ears ringing
with our own voice
beaten down
by the bouncing echo
our teeth will not gnaw
through this curse
we'll break by the weight
of our chains first
and our mile long howl
on the way down
will do us no good
we have to dig
all writers do
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
198 reads
14 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
10th Sep 2023 2:29am
10th Sep 2023 2:29am
Practice Makes Perfect
Mean spirited fuckers abound.
What's a poet to do
When reading desire gets drowned
Deep in distraction stew?
Bullies want your money for milk,
And jizz screams for release,
When lust amid the angry ilk
Won't give you any peace...
For peace is rare, the way we live,
Where volume has the voice
Shouting to take more than we give,
When we have a choice,
Which we all have from time to time
For doing what we need,
Like busting out another rhyme...
As we learn to read.
What's a poet to do
When reading desire gets drowned
Deep in distraction stew?
Bullies want your money for milk,
And jizz screams for release,
When lust amid the angry ilk
Won't give you any peace...
For peace is rare, the way we live,
Where volume has the voice
Shouting to take more than we give,
When we have a choice,
Which we all have from time to time
For doing what we need,
Like busting out another rhyme...
As we learn to read.
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
185 reads
9 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 6:25pm
21st Mar 2024 6:25pm
Ethereal Essence
Ethereal essence
Imagined upon
Whence transpiring
Direct discourse
What the riddle
Ransacked inside of
Empty space
To collect stars
Heart judges
Defining mind
Where turning
Spirit searches
Presumed wonder
Breath relative
Connecting sight
Taking time
Demons have
Stealth in secrecy
Adverting codes
Lying unto
Wearing color
Binary affinity
These dreams
Thieves wanting
Stolen aura
Seeking broadcast
Encircling closure ...
Imagined upon
Whence transpiring
Direct discourse
What the riddle
Ransacked inside of
Empty space
To collect stars
Heart judges
Defining mind
Where turning
Spirit searches
Presumed wonder
Breath relative
Connecting sight
Taking time
Demons have
Stealth in secrecy
Adverting codes
Lying unto
Wearing color
Binary affinity
These dreams
Thieves wanting
Stolen aura
Seeking broadcast
Encircling closure ...
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#humankind
#metaphor
#morality
98 reads
4 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
29th Feb 2024 8:39am
29th Feb 2024 8:39am
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Authenticity is an ideal
It’s a lost art
Knowing how to be real
How to act
How to feel
Just empty gestures
On a blank page
It’s a lost art
Knowing how to be real
How to act
How to feel
Just empty gestures
On a blank page
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
117 reads
4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 2:01pm
16th Apr 2024 2:01pm
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
63 reads
10 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2024 3:32pm
22nd Jan 2024 3:32pm
WHAT THE f**k!! (Sex With Me Is So Amazing)
Sex with me is so amazing
Hey, I’m just Paraphrasing
However, I was listening to the artist, Rihanna singing this song
As the song kept plugging along
Not meaning to come on too strong
With respect do not get me wrong
I’ve often wondered, is sex of the body more powerful than sex of the mind
And no, I do not have a feminist ax to grind
I will choose my words on this topic and remain kind
Well, at best that I can
From...
Hey, I’m just Paraphrasing
However, I was listening to the artist, Rihanna singing this song
As the song kept plugging along
Not meaning to come on too strong
With respect do not get me wrong
I’ve often wondered, is sex of the body more powerful than sex of the mind
And no, I do not have a feminist ax to grind
I will choose my words on this topic and remain kind
Well, at best that I can
From...
#LifeAsAWriter
#deception
408 reads
adagio
Poem Published
4th Aug 2023 1:57am
4th Aug 2023 1:57am
My Own Sandman
Being my own Sandman when I lay down to sleep
listening to the silence as a shadow holds a candle
of scented pale sorrows against her face. With the
gales of tomorrow from my pillow's rest, a thousand
memories in a song, I confess my love. From the
edge of a twilight's jar. Being my own Sandman.
listening to the silence as a shadow holds a candle
of scented pale sorrows against her face. With the
gales of tomorrow from my pillow's rest, a thousand
memories in a song, I confess my love. From the
edge of a twilight's jar. Being my own Sandman.
#LifeAsAWriter
113 reads
0 Comments
mysteriouslady
Poem Published
26th Jan 2024 1:21am
26th Jan 2024 1:21am
Life as a thimble
Its not running over
said life as a thimble of mine
Its very wide not small
not the perfect kind
Its filled with truths
partially damaged by lies
only to be calmed
by the sweetest of ryes
nothing can change
this life
as a thimble
of mine
said life as a thimble of mine
Its very wide not small
not the perfect kind
Its filled with truths
partially damaged by lies
only to be calmed
by the sweetest of ryes
nothing can change
this life
as a thimble
of mine
#LifeAsAWriter
135 reads
8 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
14th Oct 2021 3:51am
14th Oct 2021 3:51am
deep, dark waters
an ocean of shit for
the brainless to
swim
in
just turn on T. V. and
you'll see what I
mean
trying to explain the
thought, the
feeling, the
poem
like the burning bush
speaking to a deaf,
dumb, blind
Moses
there are no miracles
to be had
today
the brainless to
swim
in
just turn on T. V. and
you'll see what I
mean
trying to explain the
thought, the
feeling, the
poem
like the burning bush
speaking to a deaf,
dumb, blind
Moses
there are no miracles
to be had
today
#LifeAsAWriter
298 reads
6 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 12:50pm
15th Apr 2024 12:50pm
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
59 reads
7 Comments
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