Least Read Poems About Writers Block
#WritersBlock
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 4:32am
15th Apr 2020 4:32am
Freedom of The Mental
I've been blocked for countless days,
So today I decided to free some verses.
And see what else can I make myself spit,
Either raw or metaphoric,
I think maybe it will go both ways,
You are about to read some randomness.
Might be the habitual,
constantly behaving in repetitive ways,
I’ve heard those that say,
Even though I’m not able to be out,
“I wake up and dress up, heals and stuff to bring the trash out.."
… for them that’s the “going out” for now...
Uhmm…wait a minute…….
Is this a therapeutic method ?...
So today I decided to free some verses.
And see what else can I make myself spit,
Either raw or metaphoric,
I think maybe it will go both ways,
You are about to read some randomness.
Might be the habitual,
constantly behaving in repetitive ways,
I’ve heard those that say,
Even though I’m not able to be out,
“I wake up and dress up, heals and stuff to bring the trash out.."
… for them that’s the “going out” for now...
Uhmm…wait a minute…….
Is this a therapeutic method ?...
#LifeStruggles
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#freedom
12 reads
11 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
24th Nov 2019 4:34pm
24th Nov 2019 4:34pm
Rekindle
Seemed as if my present-day aged,
reforming my deep-rooted prophecies,
into whims of novelties,
I try to refresh my journeys and fondness for idioms,
Discoveries,
Led me to sceneries of blessings and obscenity,
The effects of my imageries; inclined and bounded by scribble's identity,
I tried to flee the abuse of my ingenuity,
But failed to resist ,
I submitted to tongue's sprain; "my tropical tones" ,'
Resembled fire on burning stones,
Provoked my intimate dream to be awaken; by whispers of illicit undertones.
Candid moans...
reforming my deep-rooted prophecies,
into whims of novelties,
I try to refresh my journeys and fondness for idioms,
Discoveries,
Led me to sceneries of blessings and obscenity,
The effects of my imageries; inclined and bounded by scribble's identity,
I tried to flee the abuse of my ingenuity,
But failed to resist ,
I submitted to tongue's sprain; "my tropical tones" ,'
Resembled fire on burning stones,
Provoked my intimate dream to be awaken; by whispers of illicit undertones.
Candid moans...
#identity
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#learning
#SelfReflection
13 reads
2 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 12:33pm
2nd Dec 2024 12:33pm
Coming Soon
The medication I must take to ease my mind's condition
assaults my creativity, and I'm out of commission
until the rhyming thoughts return I'll sit here most contrite
crumbling sheets of paper as I relearn how to write
assaults my creativity, and I'm out of commission
until the rhyming thoughts return I'll sit here most contrite
crumbling sheets of paper as I relearn how to write
#LifeStruggles
#WritersBlock
14 reads
7 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 1:01am
30th Jan 2020 1:01am
Writers Block - Movie Time
Speechless and express-less,
Wished for verses to popup like popcorn,
But seemed as my butter froze.
Desire to gaze at ’ Two can play that game too”
But settled for “ How to lose a man in ten days”
Tell me how to “Space jam”
I want to “Pursuit my happiness”
Meanwhile I think I encountered an “Identity theft”
was “ gone in 60 seconds”
My “National treasure” was put on hold,
If I knew I would have dressed like Hally Berry my beloved “ Catwoman”
Nah wait I think seducing “ Batman” or “ Superman please re turn
For that I better call...
Wished for verses to popup like popcorn,
But seemed as my butter froze.
Desire to gaze at ’ Two can play that game too”
But settled for “ How to lose a man in ten days”
Tell me how to “Space jam”
I want to “Pursuit my happiness”
Meanwhile I think I encountered an “Identity theft”
was “ gone in 60 seconds”
My “National treasure” was put on hold,
If I knew I would have dressed like Hally Berry my beloved “ Catwoman”
Nah wait I think seducing “ Batman” or “ Superman please re turn
For that I better call...
#funny
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry #scifi
#WritingPoetry #scifi
20 reads
8 Comments
eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
18th May 2024 3:43pm
18th May 2024 3:43pm
His Only Regret
The poem unwritten
Still in his head
Words left silent
Thoughts left for dead
Not just his poem
His whole expression
Lost in the calm
of his innermost passion
Sitting in the dark
corners of his mind
is the home of his mark
he'll never leave behind
When the life if a poet
comes to an end
His only regret
The poem unwritten
Tim Eros
24051807
Still in his head
Words left silent
Thoughts left for dead
Not just his poem
His whole expression
Lost in the calm
of his innermost passion
Sitting in the dark
corners of his mind
is the home of his mark
he'll never leave behind
When the life if a poet
comes to an end
His only regret
The poem unwritten
Tim Eros
24051807
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
26 reads
7 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
16th Jun 2022 9:46pm
16th Jun 2022 9:46pm
Transient Inspiration
It comes in waves,
this poetry that raves.
I jotted a piece of feeling
on a notepad for healing.
I prefer a pencil over a pen,
not for if I cry, for when.
So, when I blink,
the tears don't stain the ink.
this poetry that raves.
I jotted a piece of feeling
on a notepad for healing.
I prefer a pencil over a pen,
not for if I cry, for when.
So, when I blink,
the tears don't stain the ink.
#rhyming
#WritersBlock
32 reads
11 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
17th Sep 2024 8:08pm
17th Sep 2024 8:08pm
0 - Unfinished poetry 7
#WritersBlock
41 reads
0 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
MalcolmG
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 8:35pm
25th Feb 2025 8:35pm
Shattered Visions
Oh the Innocence
That laugh, that wild howling in the throat of the child,
Unseen fingers scramble for the last thread of light
Here, the angels are naked,
no wings to catch their fall.
The river splits,
splashes,
and chaos is born
from the lips of the unholy, the pure.
There be our Divinity
slips beneath the skin like rust on gold—
a fractured god,
broken in pieces,
spilled across the morning,
the moon forgets its name.
Prophecies?
Laughing in the dust,
twisted and torn,
a...
That laugh, that wild howling in the throat of the child,
Unseen fingers scramble for the last thread of light
Here, the angels are naked,
no wings to catch their fall.
The river splits,
splashes,
and chaos is born
from the lips of the unholy, the pure.
There be our Divinity
slips beneath the skin like rust on gold—
a fractured god,
broken in pieces,
spilled across the morning,
the moon forgets its name.
Prophecies?
Laughing in the dust,
twisted and torn,
a...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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