Poetry about Life as a Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
What does writing and poetry mean to you? Here you'll find poems about life as a writer, explaining how writing influences the authors' lives and how it can help people face their demons.
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Damon
Damon
Poem Published
Today 3:42pm
Today 3:42pm
Puns, Guns, & Raising Suns
An Army of one without packing a gun
Instead of eclipsing, I'd rather raise Suns
A creative pun spun in just the write way
Is like a million in one guns aiming to spray
Both used to convey and relay messages
Pay attention to the captions of the images
Taking pilgrimages within via introspection
Escaping life's battefields for recuperation
A resurrection of motivation to continue to march
After living a life of service like the Golden arches
Cause stopwatches have no impact on the progression of time
I pause for the...
Instead of eclipsing, I'd rather raise Suns
A creative pun spun in just the write way
Is like a million in one guns aiming to spray
Both used to convey and relay messages
Pay attention to the captions of the images
Taking pilgrimages within via introspection
Escaping life's battefields for recuperation
A resurrection of motivation to continue to march
After living a life of service like the Golden arches
Cause stopwatches have no impact on the progression of time
I pause for the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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missjem56
Poem Published
Today 9:59am
Today 9:59am
Rock, And Roll Is Dead
Geology
The first rock, and roll
Mossy stones
That lie dormant
Possessing fossils
Locked within a frozen groove
Now
We mostly have
Bricks, and mortar
Manmade control
No longer rock, and roll
Concrete jungles
Seems to be the way ahead
As mother nature
Now within reach
Of the land of the dead
Mankind conquered
The natural world
Not comprehending the damage
That has begun to unfurl
Humanity as yet
To fully appreciate
As we grow our harvests
Biting the hand
That feeds us....... ...
The first rock, and roll
Mossy stones
That lie dormant
Possessing fossils
Locked within a frozen groove
Now
We mostly have
Bricks, and mortar
Manmade control
No longer rock, and roll
Concrete jungles
Seems to be the way ahead
As mother nature
Now within reach
Of the land of the dead
Mankind conquered
The natural world
Not comprehending the damage
That has begun to unfurl
Humanity as yet
To fully appreciate
As we grow our harvests
Biting the hand
That feeds us....... ...
#environment
#LifeAsAWriter
#pollution
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Ravenskraft
Poem Published
Today 2:13am
Today 2:13am
Open Graves by FD Ravenskraft
Open Graves
By FD Ravenskraft
Life is like an open grave
Awakening from the dream
To become a slave
In a Dead world of false promises
In the dearest dreary dark
To deal with the kindly pain
Of unsung happiness
To go back to sleep in a warm bed
That is the grave of Dread
I see everyone sleeping as their Epitaph
Is being written
And now their pain.
Suffering. Madness and
Rage.
Upon the core of existence
We all dig a fresh grave
To bed every night
Knowing we dream of happiness
To...
By FD Ravenskraft
Life is like an open grave
Awakening from the dream
To become a slave
In a Dead world of false promises
In the dearest dreary dark
To deal with the kindly pain
Of unsung happiness
To go back to sleep in a warm bed
That is the grave of Dread
I see everyone sleeping as their Epitaph
Is being written
And now their pain.
Suffering. Madness and
Rage.
Upon the core of existence
We all dig a fresh grave
To bed every night
Knowing we dream of happiness
To...
#LifeAsAWriter
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missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:27pm
Yesterday 10:27pm
Loss
I can taste the salt
In the tears
That were rolling down my face
The feeling of loss
That's left me
In another place
For those
Both alive
And those now gone
I miss you
Words within
My sad swansong
by Jemia
In the tears
That were rolling down my face
The feeling of loss
That's left me
In another place
For those
Both alive
And those now gone
I miss you
Words within
My sad swansong
by Jemia
#grief
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles #sadness
#LifeStruggles #sadness
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missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:26pm
Yesterday 10:26pm
A Whimsical Dream
A Whimsical Dream
I'm supping my tea
While i'm sat up in bed
Awaiting the dreams
As they enter my head
I meet a bunch of people
That are singing my song
As i'm up on the stage
But somethings gone wrong
Well i raise my arms
With a look of despair
And that's when i realised
I was completely bare
I run of the stage
Looking for something to wear
Where i meet a kangaroo
Wearing my underwear
And now i'm a cat
And i look kind of cool
Just messing around
With a ball of...
I'm supping my tea
While i'm sat up in bed
Awaiting the dreams
As they enter my head
I meet a bunch of people
That are singing my song
As i'm up on the stage
But somethings gone wrong
Well i raise my arms
With a look of despair
And that's when i realised
I was completely bare
I run of the stage
Looking for something to wear
Where i meet a kangaroo
Wearing my underwear
And now i'm a cat
And i look kind of cool
Just messing around
With a ball of...
#dreams
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#lyrics
#satirical
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:45pm
Yesterday 6:45pm
The Poem Unwritten
The Poem Unwritten
Is the one that starts as an idea in the mind
Taking shape so perfectly
Before the pen begins to scribe the first line
It’s like a dream weaved
Conceived with flawless rhythm, flow and pace
Sincere and yet so eloquent
Able to transcend the limits of time and space
Every poet knows it
We have felt it at the very core of our beings
It’s something to be captured
Before the words and feelings go out fleeing
We all fall in love with it
The very nature of writing has us smitten
But if the...
Is the one that starts as an idea in the mind
Taking shape so perfectly
Before the pen begins to scribe the first line
It’s like a dream weaved
Conceived with flawless rhythm, flow and pace
Sincere and yet so eloquent
Able to transcend the limits of time and space
Every poet knows it
We have felt it at the very core of our beings
It’s something to be captured
Before the words and feelings go out fleeing
We all fall in love with it
The very nature of writing has us smitten
But if the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:10pm
Yesterday 2:10pm
Echo Chamber
tis not beyond the bounds of possibility,
that i'll end up in a funny farm,
as pear-shaped,
seems to be my middle name at the moment,
with money, and medical stuff.
but i have a roof over my head,
a brilliant landlord,
food,
and drinking water (back again)
what could possibly go wrong?
i take that back,
as i really don't want
to test the fates,
as they can be quite curiosly whimsical of lates.
but the sun is still shining,
the flowers all a'bloom,
so i'll try to resist,
the feeling of doom. ...
that i'll end up in a funny farm,
as pear-shaped,
seems to be my middle name at the moment,
with money, and medical stuff.
but i have a roof over my head,
a brilliant landlord,
food,
and drinking water (back again)
what could possibly go wrong?
i take that back,
as i really don't want
to test the fates,
as they can be quite curiosly whimsical of lates.
but the sun is still shining,
the flowers all a'bloom,
so i'll try to resist,
the feeling of doom. ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
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cabcool
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:31am
Yesterday 5:31am
poet's miracle
a sonnet
"Medicines and surgery may cure, but only reading
and writing poetry can heal."—J. Arroyo
if every word were framed by flagrant fire,
perhaps i thus could every heart inspire.
what were the poet's meaning, after all,
if all his rhyme were with scant reason clad?
where were the fragrance, when soft voices call
the bowed down to the balm in gilead?
a song of joy, an aria for peace,
a lyric line to sooth the savage breast;
a lullaby for baby's sweet release,
a chant to calm political unrest;
a...
"Medicines and surgery may cure, but only reading
and writing poetry can heal."—J. Arroyo
if every word were framed by flagrant fire,
perhaps i thus could every heart inspire.
what were the poet's meaning, after all,
if all his rhyme were with scant reason clad?
where were the fragrance, when soft voices call
the bowed down to the balm in gilead?
a song of joy, an aria for peace,
a lyric line to sooth the savage breast;
a lullaby for baby's sweet release,
a chant to calm political unrest;
a...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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missjem56
Poem Published
15th May 2024 8:44pm
15th May 2024 8:44pm
Jowl Bob
In my previous existence
I was with a woman
Who offered to give me a blow job
I said "yeah, okay"
A few minutes later
After shedding necessary clothing
She began to blow
I at first thought
This was quite hilarious
But after a few minutes
Of anticipation
I said
"Do you fully comprehend
What a blow job is?"
I then explained to her
What it normally entailed
To which she went,
"Yuck!!!"I'm not putting that in my north, and south!"
My enthusiasm
Was...
I was with a woman
Who offered to give me a blow job
I said "yeah, okay"
A few minutes later
After shedding necessary clothing
She began to blow
I at first thought
This was quite hilarious
But after a few minutes
Of anticipation
I said
"Do you fully comprehend
What a blow job is?"
I then explained to her
What it normally entailed
To which she went,
"Yuck!!!"I'm not putting that in my north, and south!"
My enthusiasm
Was...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical #sex
#satirical #sex
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missjem56
Poem Published
15th May 2024 7:59pm
15th May 2024 7:59pm
Rabbit
Margery
once told me
with a smile
That during her childhood
her nickname was Bunny
for a while
I was curios
and discombobulated
This sounded a bit foreign
Until she told me
her maiden name
was Warren
by...
once told me
with a smile
That during her childhood
her nickname was Bunny
for a while
I was curios
and discombobulated
This sounded a bit foreign
Until she told me
her maiden name
was Warren
by...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#love
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th May 2024 00:33am
15th May 2024 00:33am
self obsessed poets, among whom I include myself, would, if they so wished, have so much more to give
your ivory tower is
yourself in which you
live regardless of
everything else
yourself in which you
live regardless of
everything else
#LifeAsAWriter
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missjem56
Poem Published
14th May 2024 1:03pm
14th May 2024 1:03pm
The Seagull Poet
Out of the shadows
Hatched in a Nest
And into the light
Of the goldfish bowl
Have stayed, at the Stade
As seagulls wade
As the seas wave
From across the pebbly beach
By the fishing huts
And boats by their side
And cliff railways
And castle ruins
Where-in Hastings history lies
As new histories begin
Even as we perform
Reflections of our lifes
Interpretations of the norm
Squawk! screech! squawk!
Said the seagull poet
He's after your food
And don't you just know it
But i look to the tumbling...
Hatched in a Nest
And into the light
Of the goldfish bowl
Have stayed, at the Stade
As seagulls wade
As the seas wave
From across the pebbly beach
By the fishing huts
And boats by their side
And cliff railways
And castle ruins
Where-in Hastings history lies
As new histories begin
Even as we perform
Reflections of our lifes
Interpretations of the norm
Squawk! screech! squawk!
Said the seagull poet
He's after your food
And don't you just know it
But i look to the tumbling...
#birds
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#philosophical
#sea
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