#writer poems on Hello Poetry

annh Sep 2019

Written

The writer is unwritten until he writes;
But ne’er of the unwritten does the written writer write.

‘There is nothing new except what has been forgotten.’
- Marie Antoinette

#unwritten #write #writer #written

Mystic Ink Plus Sep 2019

Whoever architect
The Universe

At first
With a noble purpose
The Sun may have been made
Then
The human may have been
Designed

Among human
They may have decided to gift
Some as an artist
Among Artist
With the soulful ink
Came Poet/Poetess

That time
Something may have gone
Wrong
Most had writer's block
Most often

Finally
A moon may have been made
To amuse the poet/Poetess

Since then
They are musing
They are mused

Genre: Observational
Theme: Stimuli

#nepal #origin #originofmoon #muse #writer #stimuli #ancient #poet #poetry #creation

Unpolished Ink Sep 2019

The Writer

A writer is
A farmer of words
We sow the page
And harvest
Stories

#writer

Rochelle Foles Sep 2019

Oh! Sylvia!

it was
     a dastardly decision
         deeming fated
         to deny a future

filled with dismay
     furtive deeds     designed to forget

the futility of dark days

i have, it seems, always loved Sylvia Plath. This is a reflection on losing her far too soon.

if you know someone whom you worry about losing in the same way do all you can to get them help. stay w them. let them know how their demise would affect you and those they’ve touched. call the hotline, call an ambulance. pray, do that voodoo you do. intercede. their life may depend on it.

#sylviaplath #suicide #loss #death #poet #writer

Aurora RW Sep 2019

Haiku

She sees me open
My heart to the world inside
I see only dark
---AuroraRW

#poetry #poet #poem #poems #writer #writing #haiku #micropoetry #dark #worldinside

Blair Julian Carver Sep 2019

she

she utters her existence with a cry for help
muffling her sorrow as she ages
fine wine overheating in the garden of evil
hourglass woman pouring herself out
white eyes most vulnerable to camera light
flashes of happiness escape outside sobriety
inside the territory of the boundaries set for her
she exists when we speak her name
water mixes with her blood
deluding illusions made by us
merlot no longer holds pigment
without her eyes to cry cups half empty
she lives when her name is written
meaning she will live forever
her pen a megaphone between fingers
screaming back to her roots
silent when she drinks midday
closing her door to trap her thoughts
paper being her platform
she is home when she can be loud again

#poetry #poem #girl #top #trend #trending #sad #sadness #heartbreak #writer

md-writer Sep 2019

Fantasy

I, too, am expected to topple the Dark Lord.

The heart and soul of my faith
is the making possible of a way to do so -
the impossible rendered possible
by the sacred influence
of an impossible sacrifice of the divine.

Yes; I, too, am expected to topple
the dark lord.

How has it been so long, and I did not
see it?
The impetus of fantasy is to action -
the Ordinary obtaining and
achieving the patently Impossible through
faith, activity, and whole-hearted devotion.

Do you believe that fantasy is worthwhile?

Then you believe that you can change
the world.

#fantasy #writer #change #the #world #christianity

Celestinus Castillo Sep 2019

Playwright

What a tiny nuisance is she
She, who is confined inside my cage
Her mischievous whispers echo
While she clutches my heart again

She plays upon my lungs
Pressing all of the black keys
Passionately like a pianist
Making it difficult to breathe

She giggles oh so playfully
As I wince from my chest pain
She mocks me with excitement
As though we are playing a game

How imaginative and innovative
Constantly spewing out new stories
Creating story plots out of broken pieces
She is the writer of my worries

#anxiety #worry #writer #author