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.
orange...
under the
orange moon light
near the
orange light of car,
I was sitting on the
green bed of grass
by holding the
orange petals of flower vase,
suddenly someone touched my
orange wrapped bosoms
through red laser light
to make them look blossoms
in the saffrony night...
when I tried to see his face
he started blowing greyish smoke
and disappeared in the same...
orange moon light
near the
orange light of car,
I was sitting on the
green bed of grass
by holding the
orange petals of flower vase,
suddenly someone touched my
orange wrapped bosoms
through red laser light
to make them look blossoms
in the saffrony night...
when I tried to see his face
he started blowing greyish smoke
and disappeared in the same...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Tales Of A Word Junkie
sometimes i log in
hoping i might share a poem
then i fall asleep
while words do download
through the filters of my dreams
looking for my fix
asphyxiated
from normal relationships
it is what it is
hoping i might share a poem
then i fall asleep
while words do download
through the filters of my dreams
looking for my fix
asphyxiated
from normal relationships
it is what it is
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
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Dumb Love
passion’s poisoned quill
venom dripped on pale vellum
parchment
etched by romance
toxic elixir killing intellect murdering reason
excising common sense
insidious writers paralysis
profound prolific poet
struck dumb
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
venom dripped on pale vellum
parchment
etched by romance
toxic elixir killing intellect murdering reason
excising common sense
insidious writers paralysis
profound prolific poet
struck dumb
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#passion
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Breaking your own heart
Sit down and listen to the volumes in your head
Telling you to bleed it all out before you’re dead
And there’s such a rush, a fleeting thrill
Of every ounce of blood you spill
In your veins, a pulse of inspiration
Trapped in momentary motivation
The spirit moves you into a dance
Speaking tongues of your own mind’s God
Shaking into an unholy trance
Of creation in a listless fog
(Empty glass,
Endless nights,
Crying till the...
Telling you to bleed it all out before you’re dead
And there’s such a rush, a fleeting thrill
Of every ounce of blood you spill
In your veins, a pulse of inspiration
Trapped in momentary motivation
The spirit moves you into a dance
Speaking tongues of your own mind’s God
Shaking into an unholy trance
Of creation in a listless fog
(Empty glass,
Endless nights,
Crying till the...
#music
#lyrics
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Dinner Blues
poems I write
reaching to be lofty and deep
pearls of wisdom
rolling out of alphabets
a satire maybe
a masterpiece
to be remembered
until distant time
a triumph a victory
a band on a parade
colourful display
but falling flat on second stanzas
the pain of it all
cutting sticks without knives
dull colours on faded canvas
my pen grew still
I faded back to grey
looking forward to the dinner tray
I hoped its wagyu beef steak today
another pipe dream, they say
they...
reaching to be lofty and deep
pearls of wisdom
rolling out of alphabets
a satire maybe
a masterpiece
to be remembered
until distant time
a triumph a victory
a band on a parade
colourful display
but falling flat on second stanzas
the pain of it all
cutting sticks without knives
dull colours on faded canvas
my pen grew still
I faded back to grey
looking forward to the dinner tray
I hoped its wagyu beef steak today
another pipe dream, they say
they...
#funny
#WritersBlock
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deep breath & hit submit
it's been a minute
so forgive my stammering verse
it wasn't always like this
so complicated & distorted
there was a time I'd say I was doing alright
though not necessarily thriving
mostly getting by
taking the days as they'd come
meeting the challenges one by one
and then 2020 dawned
the whole world stopped
so much was lost
including my words
it's like exercising dormant muscles
only worse
I've changed
don't think I'll ever be the same
diagnoses, medications, adaptations
it's all been a lot ...
so forgive my stammering verse
it wasn't always like this
so complicated & distorted
there was a time I'd say I was doing alright
though not necessarily thriving
mostly getting by
taking the days as they'd come
meeting the challenges one by one
and then 2020 dawned
the whole world stopped
so much was lost
including my words
it's like exercising dormant muscles
only worse
I've changed
don't think I'll ever be the same
diagnoses, medications, adaptations
it's all been a lot ...
#anxiety
#depression
#confessional #WritersBlock
#confessional #WritersBlock
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if you were
if you were to take my hand,
surely, i would lead.
to a road to make it all real.
quickly to the creek with the river cane high...
to baptize all that we might hide...
behind the cane...
as the breeze shifts your strands of hair, side to side.
the rhythm of the water...as it flows.
take my hand...
for the path whispers and the vision grows.
i would love to fill your head with inspiration...
as in the past...
expectation within the written of our expressed words.
gripping,
the tightening...
a mindful: a...
surely, i would lead.
to a road to make it all real.
quickly to the creek with the river cane high...
to baptize all that we might hide...
behind the cane...
as the breeze shifts your strands of hair, side to side.
the rhythm of the water...as it flows.
take my hand...
for the path whispers and the vision grows.
i would love to fill your head with inspiration...
as in the past...
expectation within the written of our expressed words.
gripping,
the tightening...
a mindful: a...
#dreams
#WritersBlock
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writer's block
part of me still wants to "write".... somewhat of the urge, to "write" but the "feeling", the motivation-its just not there anymore....
#WritersBlock
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
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(WRITER'S) BLOCKED,LATELY?
May your ink never run out,
May your canvas eternally thirst.
May there always be an A,B or C...eagerly awaiting your stitch into a word;
Worded in line
Lined to a verse
And versed to a whole new poetry!
XOXO!!!
May your canvas eternally thirst.
May there always be an A,B or C...eagerly awaiting your stitch into a word;
Worded in line
Lined to a verse
And versed to a whole new poetry!
XOXO!!!
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Ranges
This range
Is based on a day with nothing to say
Nothing to ever change
It all stays the same
Deranged
Crazed in a way where shame stays in place
It won't fade away
It's all here to stay
Rearranged
Like games played in an untamed maze
It's lost in a haze
Never evaporates
Is based on a day with nothing to say
Nothing to ever change
It all stays the same
Deranged
Crazed in a way where shame stays in place
It won't fade away
It's all here to stay
Rearranged
Like games played in an untamed maze
It's lost in a haze
Never evaporates
#WritersBlock
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Senryu - Ponder 2
Quit blues rumspringa
return to word-weaving farm
write, write, save your life
return to word-weaving farm
write, write, save your life
#love
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry #passion
#WritingPoetry #passion
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Rest
Somedays words are oblivion,
tasteless, dehydrated -
as hollow as empty air
and I can't make them mean more,
make them rain,
make them meet
where the birch
untangles her hair
and dangles it
over a river for baptising
instead I lay out
on a thorn-grass field,
let my flesh go dry in the sun,
larynx along with her
and imagine never speaking
nor rising again.
tasteless, dehydrated -
as hollow as empty air
and I can't make them mean more,
make them rain,
make them meet
where the birch
untangles her hair
and dangles it
over a river for baptising
instead I lay out
on a thorn-grass field,
let my flesh go dry in the sun,
larynx along with her
and imagine never speaking
nor rising again.
#rain
#WritersBlock
#illness #sleep
#illness #sleep
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