Long Poems About Writers Block
#WritersBlock
Zombie Lines
These words fade before the ink dries
When intentions to actions fail to materialize
Fabricating inspiration, reputation embodied in an empty phrase
All the ammunition without the impact, handicaps of shame
The right words without the follow through, the low highs of shallow praise
Wasted potentials relegated to make a name
Play the role and write the script
Saint facades of the linguist hypocrite
Thriving on the uninspired
The taste for silence is acquired
Every word is noise that is love without meaning
When character...
When intentions to actions fail to materialize
Fabricating inspiration, reputation embodied in an empty phrase
All the ammunition without the impact, handicaps of shame
The right words without the follow through, the low highs of shallow praise
Wasted potentials relegated to make a name
Play the role and write the script
Saint facades of the linguist hypocrite
Thriving on the uninspired
The taste for silence is acquired
Every word is noise that is love without meaning
When character...
#inspirational
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2024
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My old poetry
In the depths of my old poetry,
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
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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 rhrough 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 rhrough 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
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Breaking your own heart
Sit down and listen to the volumes in your head
Telling you to bleed it all out before you’re dead
And there’s such a rush, a fleeting thrill
Of every ounce of blood you spill
In your veins, a pulse of inspiration
Trapped in momentary motivation
The spirit moves you into a dance
Speaking tongues of your own mind’s God
Shaking into an unholy trance
Of creation in a listless fog
(Empty glass,
Endless nights,
Crying till the...
Telling you to bleed it all out before you’re dead
And there’s such a rush, a fleeting thrill
Of every ounce of blood you spill
In your veins, a pulse of inspiration
Trapped in momentary motivation
The spirit moves you into a dance
Speaking tongues of your own mind’s God
Shaking into an unholy trance
Of creation in a listless fog
(Empty glass,
Endless nights,
Crying till the...
#music
#lyrics
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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rinse & repeat
could be days-could be weeks- for momentum to gather towards full capacity to write yet another piece- something potent enough to feel as well as visually see....
writing more often than least has been fatigue all across the digital sheets; highest form of inspiration would be-a healing heart that's sweet restoring this one, with life to beat.... soul just as beautiful as the body
a soul one dares to seek outside of dream....
infact writing for me has been nothing...
writing more often than least has been fatigue all across the digital sheets; highest form of inspiration would be-a healing heart that's sweet restoring this one, with life to beat.... soul just as beautiful as the body
a soul one dares to seek outside of dream....
infact writing for me has been nothing...
#WritersBlock
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#healing
#sensual
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Fixing writer's block
An effective cure
for episodes of
I-can't-write-itis
is to write.
Sometimes, the words
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aHeEpOfCoMpLeAtNoNsnSe
but just writing
and persevering
help creativity to flow.
Perhaps next time,
the words will
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...
for episodes of
I-can't-write-itis
is to write.
Sometimes, the words
f
a
l
l
AndLandIn
aHeEpOfCoMpLeAtNoNsnSe
but just writing
and persevering
help creativity to flow.
Perhaps next time,
the words will
s
w
i
r
l
j
...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#beauty
#art
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Nothing Makes Sense
nothing makes sense tonight
simple addition challenges
a lifetime of mathematical dogma
ethical dilemmas
are out on life’s highway
trying to thumb a ride
as Plato rolls over
in his cave
and shadow puppets gambol
on the rock walls
trying to make a point
to the troglodytes
I have watched
the green planet
comparing paint samples at lowe’s,
subtle greens giving way
to the latest earth colors,
blasted burnt umber
scorched ecru about the edges
a hint of...
simple addition challenges
a lifetime of mathematical dogma
ethical dilemmas
are out on life’s highway
trying to thumb a ride
as Plato rolls over
in his cave
and shadow puppets gambol
on the rock walls
trying to make a point
to the troglodytes
I have watched
the green planet
comparing paint samples at lowe’s,
subtle greens giving way
to the latest earth colors,
blasted burnt umber
scorched ecru about the edges
a hint of...
#WritersBlock
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frantic writing on a writers block
Writers block will spin me off, repeating sequences, all clouds and ghosts, fear that I’ll loose my bounce.
My psyche largely serene. And I get panicky. Start spitting such randomness because my thoughts make no sense.
Afraid of absence.
Of there being nothing at all. How to describe that blankness.
Everything around my starts to scream in its hardness and physical reality, tells me there is nothing more, until perhaps I forget.
In focus, my mind ticks on in time, and everything continues.
The line of my metal desk leg so straight. The tap of the keys. Sounds...
My psyche largely serene. And I get panicky. Start spitting such randomness because my thoughts make no sense.
Afraid of absence.
Of there being nothing at all. How to describe that blankness.
Everything around my starts to scream in its hardness and physical reality, tells me there is nothing more, until perhaps I forget.
In focus, my mind ticks on in time, and everything continues.
The line of my metal desk leg so straight. The tap of the keys. Sounds...
#inspirational
#WritersBlock
#MentalHealth
#frustration
#boredom
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NEW BORN SUN BEAM SONGS (June 1st, 2022, 5:30am, Palm Springs, California)
sweet
flinging flaming
fiery tongues
of cosmic
sun beam songs
unheard
unsung
by all ears here
except
my own
yet felt as well
vibrationally singing
throughout
my skin
my blood and bones
into my hands
sweet
three digited
finger hold
around onto
and on throughout
this manic pens
quietly channelled
free release
of mystically rooted
flowing inks ...
flinging flaming
fiery tongues
of cosmic
sun beam songs
unheard
unsung
by all ears here
except
my own
yet felt as well
vibrationally singing
throughout
my skin
my blood and bones
into my hands
sweet
three digited
finger hold
around onto
and on throughout
this manic pens
quietly channelled
free release
of mystically rooted
flowing inks ...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#reading
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EVEN LESS (Palm Springs, California)
i suspect
i must take
some deep measure
of pleasure
in my need
to play
so freely
with words
to such excess
as i have
for so many
years
yet in my
blind wake
i sometimes
still sense
feel see
doubt or fear
that perhaps
im leaving
too little
behind
in what
im really trying
to more clearly
express ...
i must take
some deep measure
of pleasure
in my need
to play
so freely
with words
to such excess
as i have
for so many
years
yet in my
blind wake
i sometimes
still sense
feel see
doubt or fear
that perhaps
im leaving
too little
behind
in what
im really trying
to more clearly
express ...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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papier-mâché
the struggles of a poem rising
"Courage is feeling your soul go through a paper shredder and knowing
that the paper mâché that God will build out of your scraps will be more
beautiful than what you had before." Author unknown
this poem:
bits and pieces
of my wry vernacular;
intuitive words
worn torn in half
to fit the circumstances
...
"Courage is feeling your soul go through a paper shredder and knowing
that the paper mâché that God will build out of your scraps will be more
beautiful than what you had before." Author unknown
this poem:
bits and pieces
of my wry vernacular;
intuitive words
worn torn in half
to fit the circumstances
...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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In Dreams
her eyes like miles
entice me more
than her smile
which, I also adore
her artistic mind
& innocent eyes
show me her
essence is pure
under her long hair,
I see an honest face
kind ideas to share
and a mind in a race
what a honor her
signs of interest are
I hope she sees this
as chance chemistry
like two birds, we'll
escape the blank...
entice me more
than her smile
which, I also adore
her artistic mind
& innocent eyes
show me her
essence is pure
under her long hair,
I see an honest face
kind ideas to share
and a mind in a race
what a honor her
signs of interest are
I hope she sees this
as chance chemistry
like two birds, we'll
escape the blank...
#WritersBlock
#collaboration
#inspirational
#rhyming
#honesty
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