Poems About Writers Block Seeking Honest Critique
#WritersBlock
javalini
Poem Published
18th May 2024 1:26pm
18th May 2024 1:26pm
THE POEM UNWRITTEN
the poem
unwritten
again
and again,
the empty page,
a smattering
of disconnected
thoughts,
poetic fakery,
stupid word play
unnamed
distractions
porn
that girl's big ass
big tits
thick thighs
the way she shakes it
takes it
and too much wine
again
and the way she left
and took the kids,
the car
and the goddamn bills piling
overdue
relentless
mundane
work-a-day
bullshit
grinding
the heart to
wordless
mush,
squeezing the
joy...
unwritten
again
and again,
the empty page,
a smattering
of disconnected
thoughts,
poetic fakery,
stupid word play
unnamed
distractions
porn
that girl's big ass
big tits
thick thighs
the way she shakes it
takes it
and too much wine
again
and the way she left
and took the kids,
the car
and the goddamn bills piling
overdue
relentless
mundane
work-a-day
bullshit
grinding
the heart to
wordless
mush,
squeezing the
joy...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
185 reads
4 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
10th May 2024 2:26am
10th May 2024 2:26am
Writing Poetry
I sit completely naked,
and this usually occurs
in the dead of night.
I turn off the lights,
and with the illumination of the candle,
I think I can handle
feeding the starving creativity
that needs to ingest letters
so it can regurgitate words,
preferably those not often heard.
Warding off writer’s block or not,
I gawk at the blank page.
Rage nestles next to my reasoning.
I try seasoning the letters
and stir the pot; it is naught.
I do not know where to begin.
My patience is running thin, ...
and this usually occurs
in the dead of night.
I turn off the lights,
and with the illumination of the candle,
I think I can handle
feeding the starving creativity
that needs to ingest letters
so it can regurgitate words,
preferably those not often heard.
Warding off writer’s block or not,
I gawk at the blank page.
Rage nestles next to my reasoning.
I try seasoning the letters
and stir the pot; it is naught.
I do not know where to begin.
My patience is running thin, ...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock
42 reads
27 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
5th May 2024 9:21pm
5th May 2024 9:21pm
unrepentant wisdom
a rhymed, mirrored octet with a coda
the
poem
unwritten,
battling darkness,
languishing for light,
unrepentant w i s d o m
that could heal a broken world!
let its lyrics fill the pages
of inconsequential sages;
let its eloquence unfold
in the verseless kingdom
of this sultry night.
for the starkness
full smitten,
solemn,
free
the
poem
unwritten.
© Copyright 2024 April 28
by cab♫
the
poem
unwritten,
battling darkness,
languishing for light,
unrepentant w i s d o m
that could heal a broken world!
let its lyrics fill the pages
of inconsequential sages;
let its eloquence unfold
in the verseless kingdom
of this sultry night.
for the starkness
full smitten,
solemn,
free
the
poem
unwritten.
© Copyright 2024 April 28
by cab♫
#hope
#LifeGoals
#SelfDiscovery
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
161 reads
2 Comments
Alois_inwriting02
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 11:01pm
30th Apr 2024 11:01pm
On the Nose: "One must imagine Sisyphus happy."
As I scratch away at the
innards of a
sickening shock yellow
spiral-bound notebook on my
tiny desk in the
corner
of a small bedroom,
a gnat buzzes about the bulb of an incandescent
lamp.
An incessant search for a
new
angle
from which to attack the
Same
light.
innards of a
sickening shock yellow
spiral-bound notebook on my
tiny desk in the
corner
of a small bedroom,
a gnat buzzes about the bulb of an incandescent
lamp.
An incessant search for a
new
angle
from which to attack the
Same
light.
#minimalist
#symbolism
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
312 reads
7 Comments
Josiah
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 10:01pm
23rd Apr 2024 10:01pm
A Poet's Block
Grasping at thin straws
In those darker corridors
That wind way back behind
The storefront of my mind
It's tapped and sapped
Creative juices run dry
From syrup to bitter gin
So unsure where to begin
But, reaching farther down
To rummage among the dregs
Cutting wrists on dry tears
Coal matter, thick as fears
Past self may wear gloves
I've since been bitten
Leaked through my pores
Seizing lungs like spores
And with tremble in hand
Digging into healed scars
Dark ink hits the papers...
In those darker corridors
That wind way back behind
The storefront of my mind
It's tapped and sapped
Creative juices run dry
From syrup to bitter gin
So unsure where to begin
But, reaching farther down
To rummage among the dregs
Cutting wrists on dry tears
Coal matter, thick as fears
Past self may wear gloves
I've since been bitten
Leaked through my pores
Seizing lungs like spores
And with tremble in hand
Digging into healed scars
Dark ink hits the papers...
#dark
#NaPoWriMo2024
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
154 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 3:39am
2nd Apr 2024 3:39am
Writing About Writer’s Block
Whenever I’ve felt uninspired
Or felt the lack of flame and fire on the top of my pen
I write about the frustration wired
Even when it feels like I’ve hit a dead-end
But when the vexation opens up a gate
A torrent of words feels like a flood of blood and ink
Then I think it cannot be contained
Even if the syntax sucks and stinks
It puts things into perspective
Writing about writer’s block is an oxymoron at best
When the page is filled with raw emotion
I feel like I fulfilled a little conquest
Or felt the lack of flame and fire on the top of my pen
I write about the frustration wired
Even when it feels like I’ve hit a dead-end
But when the vexation opens up a gate
A torrent of words feels like a flood of blood and ink
Then I think it cannot be contained
Even if the syntax sucks and stinks
It puts things into perspective
Writing about writer’s block is an oxymoron at best
When the page is filled with raw emotion
I feel like I fulfilled a little conquest
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
172 reads
6 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
5th Jan 2024 5:29pm
5th Jan 2024 5:29pm
POEMLESS
when it's just not happening
when there is no grace
no light
no words
when one is empty
distracted
unfocused,
abandoned by his angels
and his gods
when even his
demons
with all their mischief
fail to inspire
when the muses
have left him
for poets younger
and brighter,
for lovers freer
and more beautiful,
for artists
whose journeys
are only beginning
or those in
the very midst of
ecstasy
or chaos
when no
song or book ...
when there is no grace
no light
no words
when one is empty
distracted
unfocused,
abandoned by his angels
and his gods
when even his
demons
with all their mischief
fail to inspire
when the muses
have left him
for poets younger
and brighter,
for lovers freer
and more beautiful,
for artists
whose journeys
are only beginning
or those in
the very midst of
ecstasy
or chaos
when no
song or book ...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
179 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2024 10:28pm
3rd Jan 2024 10:28pm
ambient song
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint
their pictures on silence.”―Leopold Stokowski
what, now, this arid land that i must rove,
where once sweet lyric streams from heav’n o'erflowed?
have not i dwelt in castles high above,
making ink-fertile skies my blest abode?
how, now, my parchment languishes for words
that once kept saturn and the milky way
as iridescent as the hummingbird’s
full-throated anthem at the break of day!
my memory of ambient song has left
my head; orphaned of vigilance...
their pictures on silence.”―Leopold Stokowski
what, now, this arid land that i must rove,
where once sweet lyric streams from heav’n o'erflowed?
have not i dwelt in castles high above,
making ink-fertile skies my blest abode?
how, now, my parchment languishes for words
that once kept saturn and the milky way
as iridescent as the hummingbird’s
full-throated anthem at the break of day!
my memory of ambient song has left
my head; orphaned of vigilance...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
155 reads
0 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
Pockets full of posies
Ashes to Ashes
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read through my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read through my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
#drugs
#WritersBlock
#addiction
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#NewYear
516 reads
5 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
28th Dec 2023 10:31pm
28th Dec 2023 10:31pm
Nomad
Here I tread alone
As a nomadic poet
At a loss for words
As a nomadic poet
At a loss for words
#WritersBlock
268 reads
6 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
12th Nov 2023 1:07am
12th Nov 2023 1:07am
and me, myself, I’m not averse
write a love poem and
somebody will say something nice about it would be good
if they read something else
somebody will say something nice about it would be good
if they read something else
#WritersBlock
130 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2023 1:11am
22nd Oct 2023 1:11am
he carries on ..
fifth rate writer at
best give it up, he thinks
to himself, sitting
resolutely
at his desk
best give it up, he thinks
to himself, sitting
resolutely
at his desk
#WritersBlock
134 reads
2 Comments
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