#writer poems on Hello Poetry

Àŧùl Feb 2017

A writer often hits a block,
As they say, writer's block.
But the immortal writer, you know,
Immortal writers do not hit a block.
I guess that I am one of them,
Not exactly am I another gem,
But I am a bit too different than you.

Words just flow on paper,
When I need, they're here.
But I will not bluff, you know,
Not all my poems make sense.
Immortal writer, I may be,
Not the finest of them all,
But I do learn from all of you.

A writer's block is something I refuse to believe in.
When I don't feel like writing, I just don't write.
I don't waste that time proclaiming that I hit a writer's block.
Also, I know that for many writers a writer's block exists.
I don't blame them, I am just jealous of them that they get something I never get.
My HP Poem #1451
©Atul Kaushal

#me #writers #block #never #writer #immortal #hits

Ali Qureshi Feb 2017

A Poet And A Cook

They told me to
stop thinking so
much and look at
me and what I did:
I became a poet, a writer.
A being that thrives
within its thoughts,
its imagination-
anything that its
brain can cook up
in the limitless ***
that has been given
to it. And I ponder:
I'm someone who eats
other people's words,
ingest them in my mind,
take a selective few of them
to cook a new piece using my own recipe.
And like any cook
who wants to satisfy
one's hunger, I want
to fill you up-
to the point where
you want more of it,
even though your head
is totally full
from my previous serving.

© Ali Qureshi

People may find it dual in meaning,
but I know I never meant it to be that way.

#poem #poetry #words #poet #life #writing #writer #cooking

afteryourimbaud Feb 2017

Pretentious

Pretending to be
a functional adult
is exhausting.
Pretending to be
a conventional writer
is much more
frustrating.

25.5.2014

#love #life #pain #death #eternal #mind #joy #writer #existentialism

Ana Feb 2017

Writer

I speak to you as if I am the pen
and you, my partner
is the paper.
My ends continue to touch you
as the story goes.
There, you stay still
and wait til I finish
yet neither of us wants us to diminish.
I am the pen,
and with you, my paper,
no story will I ever let be abolished.
I will continue to write.
Every drop of my sweat will be worth it,
because as I continue to write,
we continue to live.
I will continue to write
not only your story,
but also how I came up with yours
and how it perfectly goes with mine.
How I,
the pen,
the writer,
continued to write,
continued to live.
In my heart,
I am the pen,
the writer,
and never will I ever let you die in my works.

#writer

Pax Feb 2017

reflection

what i write
is a reflection
about my life.

life has taught me how to write.

#poet #life #reflection #writer

Rebecca Gismondi Feb 2017

saudade

my atoms

have always loved your atoms.

you caught me off guard
like a subway pulling too
quickly

out of Ossington Station

(I couldn’t ground myself)

you remind me of my last breath:
taut, slight but necessary

stay

with me

I still feel your words
growing up my spine
there are dead roses
covering my sheets from you

and although he picked them up
and wrapped new vines
around my front door
and gifted me jars filled with conversation

the tattooed pilot wings on his chest
are reminiscent of yours flying above me

#love #poem #poetry #poet #man #boy #relationship #writing #longing #writer

Anna Skinner Feb 2017

Ceremonial Silence

a ceremonial silence fills the space next to me,
the exact width of your chest
a spectrum of sweat-stained sheets
and thick air
a heavy fan thrumming --
it can't replace the lack of breath sounds.

blast the hot water,
let the droplets sear my skin
marking countless valleys where your fingers should be
instead, i'm covered in minor burns,
heart chock-full of sadness

i search for you, but all i get is
a ceremonial silence
and a ****** fan

#heartbreak #poet #sad #depression #lonely #sadness #death #alone #breakup #writer

Sajeer Shaikh Feb 2017

Beyond

The snakes sent by Satan,
Slither past our skin.
But you and I are special -
You and I are beyond sin.

The apple is forbidden,
But you and I have set our eyes,
On something that is much beyond
The realm of Paradise.

#poem #poetry #poet #writing #writer #poetrywriting #poetryisnotdead #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #poetryblog

Nicolette Avery Pizzigoni Feb 2017

How Did We Meet?

We met at the bar
No, I was way too young
We met at school
No, you were way too old
We met at 7/11
No, you wouldn’t have stayed and talked to me
We met taking a cigarette break outside the 7/11
No, you would smoke in your car
We met at a bar I was too young to be in
No, I didn’t go out like that when I was young
We met at the library
No, you don’t read
We met at the grocery store
No, you live a town away from me
We met at the Christmas concert
No, you hate organized functions
We met at Barnes and Noble
No, you still don’t read
We met at an underground music show
No, I wasn’t that cool
We met at the park
Maybe, but why were you at a park?
We met at a family party
No, it was a secret from them all alone
We met at an alumni thing
No, I wasn’t an alumni yet

Rewriting our history
To make art
Seems a little too much
Like lying

And fiction never
Really was
My thing.

#writersblock #writer #fiction #meet #struggling

Sajeer Shaikh Feb 2017

Inevitable Pain

Everything that we hold dear -
Destroys us.

We keep holding on.

#poem #poetry #poet #poems #writing #writer #poetrywriting #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #poetryblog