Poems About Writers Block Seeking Honest Critique
#WritersBlock
and perhaps I might just mention ..
when I was a child
I wrote on walls using chalk.
it’s still an option
I wrote on walls using chalk.
it’s still an option
#WritersBlock
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UNTITLED
I SWAB THE SPITTLE
THAT IS STUCK TO MY CHIN,
AND ABANDON THE SENSELESS
SCRABBLING FOR PRECISION, AND THE
LONG, POINTLESS
PURSUIT OF CONCISION.
DUMB AND BUTT-NAKED,
I ENDLESSLY BUMBLE.
I FUMBLE AN ASSERTION,
AS WITH AN OBSTINATE BUTTON,
AND, AT ONCE,
A SEEMING SENTENCE IS DISASSEMBLED.
I SUBMIT, AT LAST, TO A MADDENING INSCRUTABILITY.
HEAVILY, I DECLARE MY SATISFACTION
WITH A STATE OF BEING SURROUNDED
BY THE CEASELESS SLITHERING
OF TONGUES BEHIND YELLOWED TEETH,
AND OF BEING SUBMERGED,...
THAT IS STUCK TO MY CHIN,
AND ABANDON THE SENSELESS
SCRABBLING FOR PRECISION, AND THE
LONG, POINTLESS
PURSUIT OF CONCISION.
DUMB AND BUTT-NAKED,
I ENDLESSLY BUMBLE.
I FUMBLE AN ASSERTION,
AS WITH AN OBSTINATE BUTTON,
AND, AT ONCE,
A SEEMING SENTENCE IS DISASSEMBLED.
I SUBMIT, AT LAST, TO A MADDENING INSCRUTABILITY.
HEAVILY, I DECLARE MY SATISFACTION
WITH A STATE OF BEING SURROUNDED
BY THE CEASELESS SLITHERING
OF TONGUES BEHIND YELLOWED TEETH,
AND OF BEING SUBMERGED,...
#frustration
#menstruation
#StreamOfConsciousness #WritersBlock
#StreamOfConsciousness #WritersBlock
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Nevertheless Haiku
In your verses deep
I find pieces of myself
Hearts entwined through ink
I find pieces of myself
Hearts entwined through ink
#haiku
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Pun blossom
In the garden of words
I plant a pun or two
Cultivating humor
with a laugh that's overdue.
I carrot all about you
you make my heart beet
lettuce turnip the fun
don't squash the upbeat.
You’re a-maize-ing.
A real fungi to be with.
Mushroom for love
in our punny myth.
You're the apple of my pie,
the cherry on top.
Together we’re grapeful,
we’re the cream of the crop.
Even when I feel
melon-choly and blue,
I know I've got a friend
who's truly grape and true.
I plant a pun or two
Cultivating humor
with a laugh that's overdue.
I carrot all about you
you make my heart beet
lettuce turnip the fun
don't squash the upbeat.
You’re a-maize-ing.
A real fungi to be with.
Mushroom for love
in our punny myth.
You're the apple of my pie,
the cherry on top.
Together we’re grapeful,
we’re the cream of the crop.
Even when I feel
melon-choly and blue,
I know I've got a friend
who's truly grape and true.
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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A not so wordy poem
Words can never cover
all the things i want to state
but may make some faint impression
with the facts i now relate
all the things i want to state
but may make some faint impression
with the facts i now relate
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
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Ode to Pessoa's Multiple Poems
Oh Pessoa, master of masks and souls,
who unfolds in multiple verses,
in each heteronym, a universe,
in each poem, a new being.
Alberto Caeiro, shepherd of the fields,
with simplicity and wisdom,
describes nature in its purity
and teaches us to see the world with clarity.
Ricardo Reis, serene epicurean,
with his odes of calm and resignation,
celebrates life with measure and reason
and invites us to live with moderation.
Álvaro de Campos, sensitive engineer,
with his eagerness and modernity, ...
who unfolds in multiple verses,
in each heteronym, a universe,
in each poem, a new being.
Alberto Caeiro, shepherd of the fields,
with simplicity and wisdom,
describes nature in its purity
and teaches us to see the world with clarity.
Ricardo Reis, serene epicurean,
with his odes of calm and resignation,
celebrates life with measure and reason
and invites us to live with moderation.
Álvaro de Campos, sensitive engineer,
with his eagerness and modernity, ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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70's porn movies
When the imbeciles disembark
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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About Her for Her and with Her
Her is her, in the quiet hours of dawn.
A whisper in the stillness, a breath of the morning air.
Her presence is a thread in the tapestry of time
weaving patterns of herself and fragments of others.
In the mirror, Her sees reflections,
not just one own, but countless faces.
Each gaze a story, each smile a secret,
Her identity shifts, dances, in the fluidity of moments.
Her walks the path of many,
one's steps echoing in the lives of others,
adopting roles, shedding skins, becoming more than one.
Yet in Her heart, there...
A whisper in the stillness, a breath of the morning air.
Her presence is a thread in the tapestry of time
weaving patterns of herself and fragments of others.
In the mirror, Her sees reflections,
not just one own, but countless faces.
Each gaze a story, each smile a secret,
Her identity shifts, dances, in the fluidity of moments.
Her walks the path of many,
one's steps echoing in the lives of others,
adopting roles, shedding skins, becoming more than one.
Yet in Her heart, there...
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Grace
With a wink and a nod
she conjures delight.
Turning dull moments into pure light.
Grace, the jester,
with a heart so sunny,
her world is a playground,
endlessly funny.
she conjures delight.
Turning dull moments into pure light.
Grace, the jester,
with a heart so sunny,
her world is a playground,
endlessly funny.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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fianaturie8
Learning to see
Myself
Seeing myself
in the crystal
mirror
of my eyes
that learn...
Myself undone.
Myself
Seeing myself
in the crystal
mirror
of my eyes
that learn...
Myself undone.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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DanielChristensen
God is not here
God is away
for the holidays
God owns eleven
fingertips
God says....
God is not here
for good.
God is away
for the holidays
God owns eleven
fingertips
God says....
God is not here
for good.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Wafflenose
Soft touches of letters
building words
Lightning bolts
shaping phrases
Restarting
metamorphosis
Never too dark
to have a glimpse
of our shadows...
building words
Lightning bolts
shaping phrases
Restarting
metamorphosis
Never too dark
to have a glimpse
of our shadows...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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