Poems about Writer's Block
#WritersBlock
Poems about writer's block, when a poet or author struggles to write, sufferers from creative shutdown, or lacks inspiration. Writer's block can be extremely frustrating, but can itself provide the inspiration to write.
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
Today 5:55am
Today 5:55am
Zombie Lines
These words fade before the ink dries
When intentions to actions fail to materialize
Fabricating inspiration, reputation embodied in an empty phrase
All the ammunition without the impact, handicaps of shame
The right words without the follow through, the low highs of shallow praise
Wasted potentials relegated to make a name
Play the role and write the script
Saint facades of the linguist hypocrite
Thriving on the uninspired
The taste for silence is acquired
Every word is noise that is love without meaning
When character...
When intentions to actions fail to materialize
Fabricating inspiration, reputation embodied in an empty phrase
All the ammunition without the impact, handicaps of shame
The right words without the follow through, the low highs of shallow praise
Wasted potentials relegated to make a name
Play the role and write the script
Saint facades of the linguist hypocrite
Thriving on the uninspired
The taste for silence is acquired
Every word is noise that is love without meaning
When character...
#inspirational
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2024
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moroccanpoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:20am
Yesterday 2:20am
My old poetry
In the depths of my old poetry,
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
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Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:07am
Yesterday 1:07am
Lives of Poets
What makes me wonder
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
69 reads
12 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 1:12pm
11th Apr 2024 1:12pm
Forcing a poem is a little like forcing a fart...
Uh-oh, oh crap, today is gonna be one of those days!
I’ve tried to kickstart poetry in many different ways.
My time is running out now, with obligations looming,
and still there’s nothing written on the page.
I thought I’d write about the pretty sunrise on my walk,
but “blah-blah pink” and “blah-blah birds” – the muse just wouldn’t talk.
I searched the room for hints, but I just see the same old junk.
The vault of inspiration won’t unlock!
I asked my husband for a prompt – that didn’t push me through.
So then I asked my phone for help,...
I’ve tried to kickstart poetry in many different ways.
My time is running out now, with obligations looming,
and still there’s nothing written on the page.
I thought I’d write about the pretty sunrise on my walk,
but “blah-blah pink” and “blah-blah birds” – the muse just wouldn’t talk.
I searched the room for hints, but I just see the same old junk.
The vault of inspiration won’t unlock!
I asked my husband for a prompt – that didn’t push me through.
So then I asked my phone for help,...
#funny
#WritersBlock
#NaPoWriMo2024
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4 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 7:04pm
8th Apr 2024 7:04pm
Uninspired
Today, I don’t feel like writing
because I feel like a ghost.
I’ve been floating around all day,
suspended in air as I haunt
the hallways with a hollow stare.
I’m frustrated with myself because
I haven’t been able to take care
of my fading mental health.
It feels like my legs are barely moving
and my feet are on wheels,
gliding over the floor with liquid motion.
I am permeable, one with the air around me.
Today’s theme song sounds like
yesterday’s news - overplayed,
understimulated, recycled...
because I feel like a ghost.
I’ve been floating around all day,
suspended in air as I haunt
the hallways with a hollow stare.
I’m frustrated with myself because
I haven’t been able to take care
of my fading mental health.
It feels like my legs are barely moving
and my feet are on wheels,
gliding over the floor with liquid motion.
I am permeable, one with the air around me.
Today’s theme song sounds like
yesterday’s news - overplayed,
understimulated, recycled...
#depression
#ghosts
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024
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12 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 3:39am
2nd Apr 2024 3:39am
Writing About Writer’s Block
Whenever I’ve felt uninspired
Or felt the lack of flame and fire on the top of my pen
I write about the frustration wired
Even when it feels like I’ve hit a dead-end
But when the vexation opens up a gate
A torrent of words feels like a flood of blood and ink
Then I think it cannot be contained
Even if the syntax sucks and stinks
It puts things into perspective
Writing about writer’s block is an oxymoron at best
When the page is filled with raw emotion
I feel like fulfilled a little conquest
Or felt the lack of flame and fire on the top of my pen
I write about the frustration wired
Even when it feels like I’ve hit a dead-end
But when the vexation opens up a gate
A torrent of words feels like a flood of blood and ink
Then I think it cannot be contained
Even if the syntax sucks and stinks
It puts things into perspective
Writing about writer’s block is an oxymoron at best
When the page is filled with raw emotion
I feel like fulfilled a little conquest
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 8:33pm
25th Mar 2024 8:33pm
Evening's late
Evenings late,
The quill, the day,
The quill under
my pillow lay,
the day
Out of the quiet
as if i knew anything
He say,
"spell Siam".
I looked
at him oddly.
and
then he
asked me,
"do you think its spelled,
S I A M, as in
the old country".
I said, yes,
I bet it is.
I took charm
in the old country,
and was quiet about it.
The quill, the day,
The quill under
my pillow lay,
the day
Out of the quiet
as if i knew anything
He say,
"spell Siam".
I looked
at him oddly.
and
then he
asked me,
"do you think its spelled,
S I A M, as in
the old country".
I said, yes,
I bet it is.
I took charm
in the old country,
and was quiet about it.
#WritersBlock
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Duende
Poem Published
9th Mar 2024 5:00pm
9th Mar 2024 5:00pm
Poetry Mojo
it's been over 5 years
that poetry left me
my muse died
i tried to write
closed my eyes
let words pass by
silence inside
no assonance
consonance
or alliteration
zero inspiration
so frustrating
on my laptop
lots of pieces
different topics
all over the place
shattered words
segmented verses
shadows of what was
where is my poetry mojo?
that poetry left me
my muse died
i tried to write
closed my eyes
let words pass by
silence inside
no assonance
consonance
or alliteration
zero inspiration
so frustrating
on my laptop
lots of pieces
different topics
all over the place
shattered words
segmented verses
shadows of what was
where is my poetry mojo?
#WritersBlock
173 reads
20 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 3:25am
15th Feb 2024 3:25am
Peace then until
I miss it
the sense of rhythm
a hint of purpose
that poetry helped describe
it never mattered if I
were good or bad
or if my thoughts were
deep or small
as words flowed
from an unknown
and crystalized by being right
I became .... more than I am
which in all honesty
is true for all that rhyme
and offers a bond
though tenuous at best
letting words seep into our soul
and then it's gone
in the blink of an eye
unable to write
or feel complete
I miss it
even though
I'm not sure what ...
the sense of rhythm
a hint of purpose
that poetry helped describe
it never mattered if I
were good or bad
or if my thoughts were
deep or small
as words flowed
from an unknown
and crystalized by being right
I became .... more than I am
which in all honesty
is true for all that rhyme
and offers a bond
though tenuous at best
letting words seep into our soul
and then it's gone
in the blink of an eye
unable to write
or feel complete
I miss it
even though
I'm not sure what ...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#acceptance
72 reads
2 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
13th Jan 2024 6:53am
13th Jan 2024 6:53am
Steps to Outsmart Writers Block
steps to keep creative juices flowing:
1.
pay attention
notice everything
each detail is significant
2.
slow down
don’t stride
meander
3.
stay intoxicated
with life
never know
where to next
but be on your way
before dawn
adventure is
precisely one-half terror
one-half exhilaration
4.
stay focused
keep fully engaged
with the present moment
5.
record it
paint it
sculpt it
compose it
sing it out loud...
1.
pay attention
notice everything
each detail is significant
2.
slow down
don’t stride
meander
3.
stay intoxicated
with life
never know
where to next
but be on your way
before dawn
adventure is
precisely one-half terror
one-half exhilaration
4.
stay focused
keep fully engaged
with the present moment
5.
record it
paint it
sculpt it
compose it
sing it out loud...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
80 reads
6 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
5th Jan 2024 5:29pm
5th Jan 2024 5:29pm
POEMLESS
when it's just not happening
when there is no grace
no light
no words
when one is empty
distracted
unfocused,
abandoned by his angels
and his gods
when even his
demons
with all their mischief
fail to inspire
when the muses
have left him
for poets younger
and brighter,
for lovers freer
and more beautiful,
for artists
whose journeys
are only beginning
or those in
the very midst of
ecstasy
or chaos
when no
song or book ...
when there is no grace
no light
no words
when one is empty
distracted
unfocused,
abandoned by his angels
and his gods
when even his
demons
with all their mischief
fail to inspire
when the muses
have left him
for poets younger
and brighter,
for lovers freer
and more beautiful,
for artists
whose journeys
are only beginning
or those in
the very midst of
ecstasy
or chaos
when no
song or book ...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
78 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2024 10:28pm
3rd Jan 2024 10:28pm
ambient song
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint
their pictures on silence.”―Leopold Stokowski
what, now, this arid land that i must rove,
where once sweet lyric streams from heav’n o'erflowed?
have not i dwelt in castles high above,
making ink-fertile skies my blest abode?
how, now, my parchment languishes for words
that once kept saturn and the milky way
as iridescent as the hummingbird’s
full-throated anthem at the break of day!
my memory of ambient song has left
my head; orphaned of vigilance...
their pictures on silence.”―Leopold Stokowski
what, now, this arid land that i must rove,
where once sweet lyric streams from heav’n o'erflowed?
have not i dwelt in castles high above,
making ink-fertile skies my blest abode?
how, now, my parchment languishes for words
that once kept saturn and the milky way
as iridescent as the hummingbird’s
full-throated anthem at the break of day!
my memory of ambient song has left
my head; orphaned of vigilance...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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