Poems About Writers Block Seeking Friendly Advice
#WritersBlock
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
245 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
301 reads
10 Comments
MgAl
Poem Published
17th Aug 2023 7:28pm
17th Aug 2023 7:28pm
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
353 reads
2 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
17th Aug 2023 00:42am
17th Aug 2023 00:42am
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
228 reads
6 Comments
mysticstones
Poem Published
4th Aug 2023 3:56pm
4th Aug 2023 3:56pm
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
344 reads
6 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
17th Jul 2023 11:49pm
17th Jul 2023 11:49pm
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
282 reads
8 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th May 2023 10:08am
15th May 2023 10:08am
a small lake
A small lake
There was a lake not far from the white-washed hamlet
in the interior of the Algarve; on hot summer days, witnessed
by my dog, which shuddered at the thought.
It was a small lake surrounded by hillsides, modest
almost unobstructed, just water, no big deal
One day when driving past the lake had disappeared
a dent in the ground full of thistles and tine of tunny
Oh, come think of it, a rowing boat that once had been
optimistically blue, but now sad dried teardrops.
The plane between the hill where the lake lived
is a centre...
There was a lake not far from the white-washed hamlet
in the interior of the Algarve; on hot summer days, witnessed
by my dog, which shuddered at the thought.
It was a small lake surrounded by hillsides, modest
almost unobstructed, just water, no big deal
One day when driving past the lake had disappeared
a dent in the ground full of thistles and tine of tunny
Oh, come think of it, a rowing boat that once had been
optimistically blue, but now sad dried teardrops.
The plane between the hill where the lake lived
is a centre...
#books
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#passion
#reading
202 reads
1 Comment
ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
1st May 2023 8:55am
1st May 2023 8:55am
Consciously Unconscious
Curse this barrier in my soul
My well is dry, tis but an empty hole
The linguistic river stopped by a mental dam
I'll force the flood gates open, by the sheer will of man
All eyes and ears shall know my fury
By the sound of paper and pen that scurry
Swift retribution before the words leave me
Let your creativity be the key to free thee
My well is dry, tis but an empty hole
The linguistic river stopped by a mental dam
I'll force the flood gates open, by the sheer will of man
All eyes and ears shall know my fury
By the sound of paper and pen that scurry
Swift retribution before the words leave me
Let your creativity be the key to free thee
#inspirational
#WritersBlock
#frustration
253 reads
4 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
30th Apr 2023 11:34am
30th Apr 2023 11:34am
Not Ambrosia
30/30
Not Ambrosia
Too impatient to wait
for oxygen to help
it float to the surface
I muscled my way
to the bottom hoping
to scrape up some
pond scum
for an early morning
meal so that I might
gain inspiration
regurgitating
with thoughtless
reason
debouching
one more
mud puddle
I preferred the food
of the Gods
but settled for the drink
to help me think
of something from
the deep
to link up & above
consciousnesses
not necessarily...
Not Ambrosia
Too impatient to wait
for oxygen to help
it float to the surface
I muscled my way
to the bottom hoping
to scrape up some
pond scum
for an early morning
meal so that I might
gain inspiration
regurgitating
with thoughtless
reason
debouching
one more
mud puddle
I preferred the food
of the Gods
but settled for the drink
to help me think
of something from
the deep
to link up & above
consciousnesses
not necessarily...
#WritersBlock
#myself
#NaPoWriMo2023
370 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
21st Apr 2023 4:02am
21st Apr 2023 4:02am
Milking the cow
I'll wind up with the NaPo X
if I can't think of fifty words!
I grab my pen, adjust my specs--
ideas flee like flock of birds.
Another poem on writer's block?
(I'll end up with a dreaded X!)
This subject stinks like dirty sock,
insults my readers' intellects.
But since I can't escape the hex
of time that flies when I'm not looking,
now to avoid the NaPo X
another whining verse I'm cooking.
I've less than half an hour now,
so wordsmith skills I have to flex.
I've learned to milk this poetry cow
just to...
if I can't think of fifty words!
I grab my pen, adjust my specs--
ideas flee like flock of birds.
Another poem on writer's block?
(I'll end up with a dreaded X!)
This subject stinks like dirty sock,
insults my readers' intellects.
But since I can't escape the hex
of time that flies when I'm not looking,
now to avoid the NaPo X
another whining verse I'm cooking.
I've less than half an hour now,
so wordsmith skills I have to flex.
I've learned to milk this poetry cow
just to...
#WritersBlock
#NaPoWriMo2023
271 reads
6 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 8:01pm
14th Apr 2023 8:01pm
Obligatory poem #14
Can’t keep my eyes open.
The jet lag has pounced.
I have no ideas,
not even an ounce.
Ten minutes have passed
since I wrote that last verse.
The buzz in my head
is just getting worse.
Another twelve minutes!
Such time this is taking.
It looks like a poem,
but really it’s faking.
My sister is waiting.
What time is it? Crap!
It’s time to go visit;
I just want to nap.
Please tell me this poem
is done for today.
Sometimes it’s a chore --
get it out of the way.
The jet lag has pounced.
I have no ideas,
not even an ounce.
Ten minutes have passed
since I wrote that last verse.
The buzz in my head
is just getting worse.
Another twelve minutes!
Such time this is taking.
It looks like a poem,
but really it’s faking.
My sister is waiting.
What time is it? Crap!
It’s time to go visit;
I just want to nap.
Please tell me this poem
is done for today.
Sometimes it’s a chore --
get it out of the way.
#family
#WritersBlock
#sleep #NaPoWriMo2023
#sleep #NaPoWriMo2023
230 reads
6 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
9th Apr 2023 1:01pm
9th Apr 2023 1:01pm
Betwixt & Between
9/30
Betwixt & Between
What good does this do me
to wake up in the soundless
wee hours of a deathly desert
morning
if no populated ideas pop in
aiding my brain to at least
vomit a title!!!
i KNOW it must be from
distraction after distraction
You know, those shiny
trinkets of trivia –
though factual, still promotes
no impact on life,
my life.
Went from searching for a title
to research on a leviathan vs a behemoth
to reading about the books
of Enoch………..
Hmmm, “...
Betwixt & Between
What good does this do me
to wake up in the soundless
wee hours of a deathly desert
morning
if no populated ideas pop in
aiding my brain to at least
vomit a title!!!
i KNOW it must be from
distraction after distraction
You know, those shiny
trinkets of trivia –
though factual, still promotes
no impact on life,
my life.
Went from searching for a title
to research on a leviathan vs a behemoth
to reading about the books
of Enoch………..
Hmmm, “...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2023
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2023
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2 Comments
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