Poems About Writers Block Seeking Honest Critique
#WritersBlock
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
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Dangle…
How cold then is it in space
is it really the final place
echoes all go to die
a silent graveyard in the sky
So, I tally each lonely star
flickering faint from afar
each a slowly dying flame
without a future still to claim
Quite a bit like me
a stifled poet lost at sea
with all this darkness for ink
yet always certain I will sink
With so much left to say
in the bright light of day
all these words now prosaic ...
is it really the final place
echoes all go to die
a silent graveyard in the sky
So, I tally each lonely star
flickering faint from afar
each a slowly dying flame
without a future still to claim
Quite a bit like me
a stifled poet lost at sea
with all this darkness for ink
yet always certain I will sink
With so much left to say
in the bright light of day
all these words now prosaic ...
#loneliness
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
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Introspection
Funny how I have to go so far
without a guiding star
to finally reach this point
something I can finally anoint
To arrive here at long last
while my future becomes its past
a moment trapped in time
without the elegance of rhyme
For such are the way of things
when each sister of fate slings
far and wide the threads of my life
before cutting them with a knife
Since all these promises I made
only serve to sharpen the blade
cut these moorings now free
set me adrift in a tempest sea
But what...
without a guiding star
to finally reach this point
something I can finally anoint
To arrive here at long last
while my future becomes its past
a moment trapped in time
without the elegance of rhyme
For such are the way of things
when each sister of fate slings
far and wide the threads of my life
before cutting them with a knife
Since all these promises I made
only serve to sharpen the blade
cut these moorings now free
set me adrift in a tempest sea
But what...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
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The Next Poem…
Inspired by the poem of the same name
by Dana Gioia
I look for it in the fields I roam
floating upon a frothy sea foam
whispered on an autumnal breeze
or a sunny summer day tease
Where the precious words hide
always hidden yet by my side
as I carry them all along
with me to the place where I belong
For all these true feelings I feel
rarely do dare to reveal
themselves so easily to me
despite all of this beauty I see
Having traveled this world alone
forever burdened as a stone ...
by Dana Gioia
I look for it in the fields I roam
floating upon a frothy sea foam
whispered on an autumnal breeze
or a sunny summer day tease
Where the precious words hide
always hidden yet by my side
as I carry them all along
with me to the place where I belong
For all these true feelings I feel
rarely do dare to reveal
themselves so easily to me
despite all of this beauty I see
Having traveled this world alone
forever burdened as a stone ...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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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
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Dare to Read
How then to finally explain
these cold lessons of the rain
how they seek but never do find
any semblance of my peace of mind
For all of these hours lonely kept
are just another excuse for tears wept
by one who only just now begun
to long for the setting of a solitary sun
Armed with paper, ink and quill
I look out past my windowsill
out towards all that lies ahead
a truthful confession full of dread
Knowing I may never come to claim
any mere modicum of fame
that I will be forgotten by forgetful time
no...
these cold lessons of the rain
how they seek but never do find
any semblance of my peace of mind
For all of these hours lonely kept
are just another excuse for tears wept
by one who only just now begun
to long for the setting of a solitary sun
Armed with paper, ink and quill
I look out past my windowsill
out towards all that lies ahead
a truthful confession full of dread
Knowing I may never come to claim
any mere modicum of fame
that I will be forgotten by forgetful time
no...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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Ever Ending
Regardless of the pen name
the poetry still remains the same
within these words I do write
no matter how poetic the delight
For it seems time after time
the true enchantment of rhyme
always wears itself down
whether these leaves are gold or brown
While each of us now seeks to give
the most of each life we will live
perhaps leave something behind
for someone else to finally find
As those who think themselves wise
seem to be unaware of the surprise
that the wisdom within the poem ...
the poetry still remains the same
within these words I do write
no matter how poetic the delight
For it seems time after time
the true enchantment of rhyme
always wears itself down
whether these leaves are gold or brown
While each of us now seeks to give
the most of each life we will live
perhaps leave something behind
for someone else to finally find
As those who think themselves wise
seem to be unaware of the surprise
that the wisdom within the poem ...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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Ever an End
Is there ever an end
some way to truly mend
a broken heart
a tattered soul
For pain seems content
to let my misery ferment
fill all of these lonely hours
with all its endless pangs
Eternal hours of deep doubt
seem to offer no way out
nowhere where I may go
nothing that I might try
While I long again for the sun
hoping for a day then undone
from all of these tears
from all of these reminders
So, I will continue on my way
in search of new lines to say
in the hope to...
some way to truly mend
a broken heart
a tattered soul
For pain seems content
to let my misery ferment
fill all of these lonely hours
with all its endless pangs
Eternal hours of deep doubt
seem to offer no way out
nowhere where I may go
nothing that I might try
While I long again for the sun
hoping for a day then undone
from all of these tears
from all of these reminders
So, I will continue on my way
in search of new lines to say
in the hope to...
#loneliness
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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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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Eternal
It is a most basic need
this deep desire to feed
the spilling of fresh blood
then to bathe within its flood
Luring you ever so near
with this way that I appear
hinted at only in my rhyme
only a line at a time
For pale skin in moonlight
is always such the delight
always such a fine tease
allows me to do as I please
As you smell my cool skin
then delve into my sin
feel the tingled bliss
of my first bit lip kiss
Succumbing to its sting
you then toss aside her ring
salty sweetness...
this deep desire to feed
the spilling of fresh blood
then to bathe within its flood
Luring you ever so near
with this way that I appear
hinted at only in my rhyme
only a line at a time
For pale skin in moonlight
is always such the delight
always such a fine tease
allows me to do as I please
As you smell my cool skin
then delve into my sin
feel the tingled bliss
of my first bit lip kiss
Succumbing to its sting
you then toss aside her ring
salty sweetness...
#lust
#vampires
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#crush
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Another Needful Bleed
I do so love a prick of the finger
let the blood drop then linger
suspended above the white page
an omen of a flooding rage
With so many words left unsaid
an unholy litany for those not yet dead
meant to then somehow arise
despite all of these feelings I despise
For these poems of true love
are rarely ever kept above
the soiling of our days
the true fouling of our ways
Given promises that ring hollow
with all of this pride I do swallow
in the hope to somehow learn
while the candle still...
let the blood drop then linger
suspended above the white page
an omen of a flooding rage
With so many words left unsaid
an unholy litany for those not yet dead
meant to then somehow arise
despite all of these feelings I despise
For these poems of true love
are rarely ever kept above
the soiling of our days
the true fouling of our ways
Given promises that ring hollow
with all of this pride I do swallow
in the hope to somehow learn
while the candle still...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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A Broken Poetry
It seems it is all I may write
in the mild melancholy night
penning in a weeping ink
while I watch each line then sink
Just bits of word and rhyme
only meant to pass the time
in between all these stanza breaks
with the awkward silence each makes
Always self sharpening this knife
excising the pain in this exiled life
as I hope to cut to the epic chase
see beyond this mirrored face
Meanwhile the words get in the way
of every happy sunny day
dragging downward with their weight
stressing the frayed...
in the mild melancholy night
penning in a weeping ink
while I watch each line then sink
Just bits of word and rhyme
only meant to pass the time
in between all these stanza breaks
with the awkward silence each makes
Always self sharpening this knife
excising the pain in this exiled life
as I hope to cut to the epic chase
see beyond this mirrored face
Meanwhile the words get in the way
of every happy sunny day
dragging downward with their weight
stressing the frayed...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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