Poems About Writers Block Seeking Friendly Advice
#WritersBlock
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
24th Apr 2024 5:02pm
24th Apr 2024 5:02pm
Inconducive
24/30
Inconducive
Dropped a shiny nickel down a well
Hoping for a splash
Hearing a kerplunk
What???
I should have known
expected this arid bit
no more energy
for no more spit
Been getting by on
perhaps, due to the well
having been dug deeper
from a hole an “Alice”
fell into chasing rabbits
or wishful dreams
(thinking)
I wish I was thinking
then I wouldn’t have to
ruminate something
out of thin musty old
air in the depths of
my ancient history
buried in a...
Inconducive
Dropped a shiny nickel down a well
Hoping for a splash
Hearing a kerplunk
What???
I should have known
expected this arid bit
no more energy
for no more spit
Been getting by on
perhaps, due to the well
having been dug deeper
from a hole an “Alice”
fell into chasing rabbits
or wishful dreams
(thinking)
I wish I was thinking
then I wouldn’t have to
ruminate something
out of thin musty old
air in the depths of
my ancient history
buried in a...
#myself
#NaPoWriMo2024
#WritersBlock
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0 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 2:20am
15th Apr 2024 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
177 reads
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Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
15th Apr 2024 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...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
229 reads
14 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
146 reads
6 Comments
nightbirdblue
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
188 reads
12 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
143 reads
0 Comments
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
286 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
174 reads
2 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
1st Dec 2023 2:11am
1st Dec 2023 2:11am
The Perfect Poem
Ah, the perfect poem.
Does it occur when you are sufficiently stoned?
Or when the agony begins to bloat?
Or when in cherry blood, joy floats?
Lies eloquently disguise truths.
Truth promenades as lies.
Poetic words speak to the roots that keep us alive.
Should it provoke intricate questions of the soul?
As landmines of resonance fill our holes.
Does it occur when you are sufficiently stoned?
Or when the agony begins to bloat?
Or when in cherry blood, joy floats?
Lies eloquently disguise truths.
Truth promenades as lies.
Poetic words speak to the roots that keep us alive.
Should it provoke intricate questions of the soul?
As landmines of resonance fill our holes.
#WritersBlock
#PowerOfWords
188 reads
6 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
24th Nov 2023 7:43am
24th Nov 2023 7:43am
goodbye
You
won't
be able
to take the
whole house with you,
so take a few toys
and the color
of the walls with you...
will anyone
look at you fondly or not?
I don't know,
so take the rainbow
of my eyes with you...
I won't say
goodbye to you
I will see your white aura
from the wet window...
You were
always standing
silently in the dark evenings
so take some naughty waves
of the ocean with you...
You won't be able
to stay in the
same...
won't
be able
to take the
whole house with you,
so take a few toys
and the color
of the walls with you...
will anyone
look at you fondly or not?
I don't know,
so take the rainbow
of my eyes with you...
I won't say
goodbye to you
I will see your white aura
from the wet window...
You were
always standing
silently in the dark evenings
so take some naughty waves
of the ocean with you...
You won't be able
to stay in the
same...
#kindness
#WritersBlock
260 reads
22 Comments
sheepskinxtearaway
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2023 2:08pm
3rd Oct 2023 2:08pm
Paper Architects
Trace index finger down my spine,
acknowledge every crease.
Unveiling secrets between the lines;
Through curiosity or disbelief.
Fingertips graze at delicate edges,
Ideas spill out, too big to withold.
Dog-eared pages mark the worthwhile pledges.
Notes in the margin trial stories untold.
Long nights deciphering their themes,
on a path where nothing seems to agree.
Are we authors of the same dream,
Or are you reading vicariously through me?
acknowledge every crease.
Unveiling secrets between the lines;
Through curiosity or disbelief.
Fingertips graze at delicate edges,
Ideas spill out, too big to withold.
Dog-eared pages mark the worthwhile pledges.
Notes in the margin trial stories untold.
Long nights deciphering their themes,
on a path where nothing seems to agree.
Are we authors of the same dream,
Or are you reading vicariously through me?
#books
#WritersBlock
#PowerOfWords #passion
#PowerOfWords #passion
220 reads
7 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2023 2:59pm
2nd Oct 2023 2:59pm
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
287 reads
10 Comments
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