Poems About Writers Block Seeking Honest Critique
#WritersBlock
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
20th Sep 2024 11:41pm
20th Sep 2024 11:41pm
of course you didn’t wait
making up a poem in my head or
wherever one does such a
thing is, I wasn’t looking where I
was going to write it
down the pub
you tut tut and stare at
your watch and I’m thirty five minutes
past late
wherever one does such a
thing is, I wasn’t looking where I
was going to write it
down the pub
you tut tut and stare at
your watch and I’m thirty five minutes
past late
#city
#WritersBlock
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
17th Sep 2024 8:08pm
17th Sep 2024 8:08pm
0 - Unfinished poetry 7
#WritersBlock
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Sep 2024 00:20am
9th Sep 2024 00:20am
they never read him
he wanted to be catullus, short
snappy verses to delight the gossip
mongers of the city unfortunately
didn’t know who he was
snappy verses to delight the gossip
mongers of the city unfortunately
didn’t know who he was
#WritersBlock
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ManorMyth
Man_Or_Myth
Man_Or_Myth
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 2:02am
6th Sep 2024 2:02am
Hell
Fire and brimstone. Demons and devils. This is what most would imagine hell as.
But hell isn’t below but above.
It surrounds us daily to cloud our minds.
It eclipses the good within, to bring the hate and envy to the surface of our existence.
It influences our lives and have us accepting false idols as truth tellers
It turns boys into men and girls to women before their time.
It corrupts the innocent and turn them to crime just to survive.
This hell is on the surface and it never rest. It makes the weak feel strong with the pull of a...
But hell isn’t below but above.
It surrounds us daily to cloud our minds.
It eclipses the good within, to bring the hate and envy to the surface of our existence.
It influences our lives and have us accepting false idols as truth tellers
It turns boys into men and girls to women before their time.
It corrupts the innocent and turn them to crime just to survive.
This hell is on the surface and it never rest. It makes the weak feel strong with the pull of a...
#earth
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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ManorMyth
Man_Or_Myth
Man_Or_Myth
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 10:14am
4th Sep 2024 10:14am
Falling
I caught myself falling again. Wondering if this depression I feel will forever hold me by the neck.
Squeezing tighter with every breath that it takes. Suffocating me with the thought of failure, that which constantly creeps into my subconscious.
Holding back the tears from slowly falling down my cheek. Keeping me in a half sleep and half awake daze.
Pondering if this life is worth the pain of being bound to this world, when I could end it now, releasing myself to drift away into a haze.
Squeezing tighter with every breath that it takes. Suffocating me with the thought of failure, that which constantly creeps into my subconscious.
Holding back the tears from slowly falling down my cheek. Keeping me in a half sleep and half awake daze.
Pondering if this life is worth the pain of being bound to this world, when I could end it now, releasing myself to drift away into a haze.
#anxiety
#emptiness
#PowerOfWords #WritersBlock
#PowerOfWords #WritersBlock
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 00:42am
20th Aug 2024 00:42am
Dung Beetle Wheel
I ain't got a thing to write
Imma just gonna type and whatever
happens, no matter how bad
you're going to get it
My ear, you'll wet it when you
give me a wet willie
You're silly, I am serious, I am real,
I am the real deal
a real big deal, I am prone to veal
never had it, just rhymed
I try to do that time to time
and hope it makes it flow a little better
as I try to change this into a poem
instead of an open letter
Rapping and rhyming and trying
defiant, unreliable diamond
fugazi...
Imma just gonna type and whatever
happens, no matter how bad
you're going to get it
My ear, you'll wet it when you
give me a wet willie
You're silly, I am serious, I am real,
I am the real deal
a real big deal, I am prone to veal
never had it, just rhymed
I try to do that time to time
and hope it makes it flow a little better
as I try to change this into a poem
instead of an open letter
Rapping and rhyming and trying
defiant, unreliable diamond
fugazi...
#WritersBlock
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 11:00am
9th Aug 2024 11:00am
A Little Bird Cheeped While I Was Trying to Type
I don't think you understand what a writing zone is
I don't think you get how hard you being here is
I need to quietly live and give
my every ounce
your every whisper a shout
your every throat cleared
appearance of doubt
I'm an artist fragile, glass,
paper thin
vulnerable to the wind
too enraged to write when I see you engage in your sin,
leave me
I'm wafer thin
I don't think you get how hard you being here is
I need to quietly live and give
my every ounce
your every whisper a shout
your every throat cleared
appearance of doubt
I'm an artist fragile, glass,
paper thin
vulnerable to the wind
too enraged to write when I see you engage in your sin,
leave me
I'm wafer thin
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 00:14am
9th Aug 2024 00:14am
Error
feelings wail inside me
they scream and plea
peeling layers begging
to set them free
but
words baffle me
they dance and flee
leaving my head spinning
to capture them free
they scream and plea
peeling layers begging
to set them free
but
words baffle me
they dance and flee
leaving my head spinning
to capture them free
#emotions
#WritersBlock
168 reads
7 Comments
1Docmcruz
PoetCruz
PoetCruz
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 1:54am
18th Jul 2024 1:54am
I CAN WRITE AGAIN!
As if the pen’s silver nib were a bullet
shot backward into the well,
recalling the joy of writing
and the pain of counting 5-7-5,
over and over,
and under
until Haikus spin silk syllables.
Don’t underestimate yourself!
My hand shakes sometimes,
muscle memory,
Parkinson’s poetry,
tenacious texts that tremor,
talent moving left to right,
telling me there’s something left to write.
My pointer kisses my thumb,
a reminder of poetry’s tenderness, ...
shot backward into the well,
recalling the joy of writing
and the pain of counting 5-7-5,
over and over,
and under
until Haikus spin silk syllables.
Don’t underestimate yourself!
My hand shakes sometimes,
muscle memory,
Parkinson’s poetry,
tenacious texts that tremor,
talent moving left to right,
telling me there’s something left to write.
My pointer kisses my thumb,
a reminder of poetry’s tenderness, ...
#uplifting
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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goflow_BuddyReaux
Buddy Reaux
Buddy Reaux
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2024 3:18pm
3rd Jul 2024 3:18pm
Writer’s Block
Writer’s block won’t let me through
However writers block out the noise
And just make do when it’s due
So I’m riding through the block
Just to catch a thought
That just might spark something new
Something that’ll make them say
“Damn that boy a fool”
Smooth, cool, and utterly true
The words from my pen are dipped in the pain
That I constantly try to avoid
Balancing all these issues I’m losing my poise
Fighting to give my best routine
But it seems, the judges won’t play it fair
So it’s gymnast the way I flip shit ...
However writers block out the noise
And just make do when it’s due
So I’m riding through the block
Just to catch a thought
That just might spark something new
Something that’ll make them say
“Damn that boy a fool”
Smooth, cool, and utterly true
The words from my pen are dipped in the pain
That I constantly try to avoid
Balancing all these issues I’m losing my poise
Fighting to give my best routine
But it seems, the judges won’t play it fair
So it’s gymnast the way I flip shit ...
#determination
#WritersBlock
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PAR
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 12:23pm
26th Jun 2024 12:23pm
Swam dollabis naga.
It doesn't even come to chasco
that I messed up the xarufa.
I'm struck by the leaves of the leaves
that are dying.
I axuncall your frixola
meidelado meidetraz.
Ensim peroca in the corner.
Shupilambas on the borders.
Gozobo casabertas.
I lost my clitobia.
Ensim leitado debreshecas
put the goalposts.
Raz paras verallas
ten tangled tachanca.
Spit lubrifins.
A frinasca of funfrunnas frengolem.
that I messed up the xarufa.
I'm struck by the leaves of the leaves
that are dying.
I axuncall your frixola
meidelado meidetraz.
Ensim peroca in the corner.
Shupilambas on the borders.
Gozobo casabertas.
I lost my clitobia.
Ensim leitado debreshecas
put the goalposts.
Raz paras verallas
ten tangled tachanca.
Spit lubrifins.
A frinasca of funfrunnas frengolem.
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#nonfiction
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
19th Jun 2024 1:13pm
19th Jun 2024 1:13pm
MY FREE LINE'S LIFETIME, PRECARIOUS, HIGH WIRE ACT (somewhere unknown in time; Galveston Island, Texas)
skip fact
let go
set free release
all those old archaic
straight line modes
of more self limited
stream of consciousness thoughts
now long ago let go of
released set free
modes and ways of habitual
straight line thinking
into this much better
more highly evolved mode
of free line thoughts and thinking
so break free of
and out from all
self limiting restrictions
of your mind
let it snake and flow
mindfully thoughtfully
thoughtlessly mindlessly
then either way...
let go
set free release
all those old archaic
straight line modes
of more self limited
stream of consciousness thoughts
now long ago let go of
released set free
modes and ways of habitual
straight line thinking
into this much better
more highly evolved mode
of free line thoughts and thinking
so break free of
and out from all
self limiting restrictions
of your mind
let it snake and flow
mindfully thoughtfully
thoughtlessly mindlessly
then either way...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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