Poems About Writers Block Seeking Honest Critique
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Dance with the Fairies (An Allegory for imaginative writers)
Dance with the Fairies (An Allegory for imaginative writers)
By Michael McManus
In the world of fairies, so enchanting and bright,
Where moonbeams dance and stars take flight,
Do you still reside, in that mystical land,
Where magic and wonder go hand in hand?
Beneath the toadstool's umbrella of green,
In a realm where fantasy is often seen,
Do you frolic with sprites in the shimmering light,
Where dreams come to life every single night?
The fairies, they whisper, and the flowers all sing,
In a place where imagination...
By Michael McManus
In the world of fairies, so enchanting and bright,
Where moonbeams dance and stars take flight,
Do you still reside, in that mystical land,
Where magic and wonder go hand in hand?
Beneath the toadstool's umbrella of green,
In a realm where fantasy is often seen,
Do you frolic with sprites in the shimmering light,
Where dreams come to life every single night?
The fairies, they whisper, and the flowers all sing,
In a place where imagination...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Tales Of A Word Junkie
sometimes i log in
hoping i might share a poem
then i fall asleep
while words do download
through the filters of my dreams
looking for my fix
asphyxiated
from normal relationships
it is what it is
hoping i might share a poem
then i fall asleep
while words do download
through the filters of my dreams
looking for my fix
asphyxiated
from normal relationships
it is what it is
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
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Dumb Love
passion’s poisoned quill
venom dripped on pale vellum
parchment
etched by romance
toxic elixir killing intellect murdering reason
excising common sense
insidious writers paralysis
profound prolific poet
struck dumb
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
venom dripped on pale vellum
parchment
etched by romance
toxic elixir killing intellect murdering reason
excising common sense
insidious writers paralysis
profound prolific poet
struck dumb
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#passion
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(WRITER'S) BLOCKED,LATELY?
May your ink never run out,
May your canvas eternally thirst.
May there always be an A,B or C...eagerly awaiting your stitch into a word;
Worded in line
Lined to a verse
And versed to a whole new poetry!
XOXO!!!
May your canvas eternally thirst.
May there always be an A,B or C...eagerly awaiting your stitch into a word;
Worded in line
Lined to a verse
And versed to a whole new poetry!
XOXO!!!
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Ranges
This range
Is based on a day with nothing to say
Nothing to ever change
It all stays the same
Deranged
Crazed in a way where shame stays in place
It won't fade away
It's all here to stay
Rearranged
Like games played in an untamed maze
It's lost in a haze
Never evaporates
Is based on a day with nothing to say
Nothing to ever change
It all stays the same
Deranged
Crazed in a way where shame stays in place
It won't fade away
It's all here to stay
Rearranged
Like games played in an untamed maze
It's lost in a haze
Never evaporates
#WritersBlock
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Rest
Somedays words are oblivion,
tasteless, dehydrated -
as hollow as empty air
and I can't make them mean more,
make them rain,
make them meet
where the birch
untangles her hair
and dangles it
over a river for baptising
instead I lay out
on a thorn-grass field,
let my flesh go dry in the sun,
larynx along with her
and imagine never speaking
nor rising again.
tasteless, dehydrated -
as hollow as empty air
and I can't make them mean more,
make them rain,
make them meet
where the birch
untangles her hair
and dangles it
over a river for baptising
instead I lay out
on a thorn-grass field,
let my flesh go dry in the sun,
larynx along with her
and imagine never speaking
nor rising again.
#rain
#WritersBlock
#illness #sleep
#illness #sleep
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WORD DROUGHT
this drought of word
must end, i said,
by god, i'll break this spell
somewhere a line i've tucked away
will blow this drought to hell
i'll find it in a file somewhere
and conjure me some verse
but lo, there's not a spark in here
to break this dreaded curse
and so i sit, i pace, i dream,
and hunt the muse in vain
we're only poets when we write
when not, we're just insane
must end, i said,
by god, i'll break this spell
somewhere a line i've tucked away
will blow this drought to hell
i'll find it in a file somewhere
and conjure me some verse
but lo, there's not a spark in here
to break this dreaded curse
and so i sit, i pace, i dream,
and hunt the muse in vain
we're only poets when we write
when not, we're just insane
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Manuscript Musings
Yesterday my mind was a blank.
I suffered a writer's dead calm.
But now thought waves begin to stir
and I think I know who to thank.
A stack of books served as a balm,
along with our pussycat's purr,
and some recent rain played a part.
This fresh ambience serves me well
and wards away melancholy.
I'll have no thoughts cruel or tart
nor a vainglorious head swell
serving to augment my folly.
Melancholy for the poet
is necessary I suppose,
but I like to keep it in check;
those streams of bad...
I suffered a writer's dead calm.
But now thought waves begin to stir
and I think I know who to thank.
A stack of books served as a balm,
along with our pussycat's purr,
and some recent rain played a part.
This fresh ambience serves me well
and wards away melancholy.
I'll have no thoughts cruel or tart
nor a vainglorious head swell
serving to augment my folly.
Melancholy for the poet
is necessary I suppose,
but I like to keep it in check;
those streams of bad...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
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connect
i just can’t think of words
can‘t carry the weight they do
and can’t think as sharp
as i’d like to be.
there’s no creativity
or passion left
in my veins
blood runs cold
nights get shorter
and i get smaller
can’t think of something to write
and it drives me crazy
my mind is a mess
all confused because of them
people
circumstances
i am sick
and just want to lie down
in the dark, and
connect with the words again
can‘t carry the weight they do
and can’t think as sharp
as i’d like to be.
there’s no creativity
or passion left
in my veins
blood runs cold
nights get shorter
and i get smaller
can’t think of something to write
and it drives me crazy
my mind is a mess
all confused because of them
people
circumstances
i am sick
and just want to lie down
in the dark, and
connect with the words again
#night
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#confusion
#healing
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The Sin I'm In
The words I’m about to spill on this page
Should shine and show some sure sage
Shortly there after you shall be amazed
At the time wasted, hasted and razed
But it’s pointless, worthless, and absurd
To read the feed hanging on to every word
It’s preposterous if you want my two cents
Yet here I am lacking the common sense
Sure it’s cheesy and maybe a little sleazy
But I’m certainly trying and it’s not easy
The lexicon is just a boring phenomenon
As the vernacular goes on and on and on
Hey I like to dabble in this...
Should shine and show some sure sage
Shortly there after you shall be amazed
At the time wasted, hasted and razed
But it’s pointless, worthless, and absurd
To read the feed hanging on to every word
It’s preposterous if you want my two cents
Yet here I am lacking the common sense
Sure it’s cheesy and maybe a little sleazy
But I’m certainly trying and it’s not easy
The lexicon is just a boring phenomenon
As the vernacular goes on and on and on
Hey I like to dabble in this...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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I’ll tell you, if you insist
having no novel insights
to impart to the rest of humanity
I’d question why I write
if l wasn’t so pissed
to impart to the rest of humanity
I’d question why I write
if l wasn’t so pissed
#WritersBlock
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I cut a BIG FART in CVS this morning while buying a gift card
Yeah
Thought nobody was around around so I let it rip
It was much louder than I presumed it would be
This woman who works there gave me a sly smile
Think she was jealous
Was hoping for a discount on my purchase
Maybe next time
She'll remember me
That's for sure
Thought nobody was around around so I let it rip
It was much louder than I presumed it would be
This woman who works there gave me a sly smile
Think she was jealous
Was hoping for a discount on my purchase
Maybe next time
She'll remember me
That's for sure
#funny
#WritersBlock
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#CallToAction
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