Long Poems About Writers Block
#WritersBlock
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 2:28pm
13th Nov 2019 2:28pm
Ninety-Seven Ways To Avoid Usury...
PHOTO: :Here, Kitty Kitty" by Dan Kozak, c. 1972-1973
What
is most
impo'tant?
poem
or
poet ? po-et
po-em
zoom(zoom) ?poet/poem?
?poet/poem?
?poet/poem? a'zoom(zoom ),
termite'fleas
be gnawing at the door.
...
What
is most
impo'tant?
poem
or
poet ? po-et
po-em
zoom(zoom) ?poet/poem?
?poet/poem?
?poet/poem? a'zoom(zoom ),
termite'fleas
be gnawing at the door.
...
#lies
#LifeStruggles
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
24th Aug 2019 2:54pm
24th Aug 2019 2:54pm
Zer0
Zero
Sometimes it doesn't rain. Sometimes long enough for a drought. But then it comes pouring back, and i feel green again.
Both redrawn from experience and revived.
Both knowing and confused.
So what concept am i built upon? What mind could imagine? Mortared upon the foundations of nothingness, lazily staring at the cornerstone.
...And concluding I'd rather be a nomadic idealist.
Burdened thought weighs nothing in words, but carries so heavy.
And when the wind blows, I'm reminded to cover my face against the razor sharp sands of...
Sometimes it doesn't rain. Sometimes long enough for a drought. But then it comes pouring back, and i feel green again.
Both redrawn from experience and revived.
Both knowing and confused.
So what concept am i built upon? What mind could imagine? Mortared upon the foundations of nothingness, lazily staring at the cornerstone.
...And concluding I'd rather be a nomadic idealist.
Burdened thought weighs nothing in words, but carries so heavy.
And when the wind blows, I'm reminded to cover my face against the razor sharp sands of...
#WritersBlock
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2 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
14th May 2019 2:51pm
14th May 2019 2:51pm
Empty
what if i came up empty
what if there were no more words...ever
nothing
what if i dredged the bottom of my soul
only to come up clean --
not completely clean
but not with the muck and mire of my youth clinging to the bucket
none of the usual memorabilia from years of doomed friendships and affairs
or the unusual, either
like the sequined bikini of that dancer in Norfolk
with her whiskey mouth
and her bouncer boyfriend who could have just taken the money
fancy brass knuckles or not
and Tony ...
what if there were no more words...ever
nothing
what if i dredged the bottom of my soul
only to come up clean --
not completely clean
but not with the muck and mire of my youth clinging to the bucket
none of the usual memorabilia from years of doomed friendships and affairs
or the unusual, either
like the sequined bikini of that dancer in Norfolk
with her whiskey mouth
and her bouncer boyfriend who could have just taken the money
fancy brass knuckles or not
and Tony ...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
595 reads
5 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
28th Apr 2019 7:29pm
28th Apr 2019 7:29pm
Prompt or (bus)t
Who fancies going for a wild ride
the journey will be a scream
no let up no matter who cried
this is real and not a dream;
the route shall be a blast
and keep the wicked writing up
or this will be the very last
as it will blow if there is any letup,
try yourself and have a go
it's not that hard at all
quite easy when you know
how to make any scrawl,
best keep trying anyway
as you have no choice
its rigged to blow anyday
best preserve your voice,
all I ask if but a prompt or two
finding inspiration is so hard ...
the journey will be a scream
no let up no matter who cried
this is real and not a dream;
the route shall be a blast
and keep the wicked writing up
or this will be the very last
as it will blow if there is any letup,
try yourself and have a go
it's not that hard at all
quite easy when you know
how to make any scrawl,
best keep trying anyway
as you have no choice
its rigged to blow anyday
best preserve your voice,
all I ask if but a prompt or two
finding inspiration is so hard ...
#violence
#WritersBlock
#NaPoWriMo2019
702 reads
8 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
27th Apr 2019 9:11pm
27th Apr 2019 9:11pm
Sand Seeking
Stumbling, staggering
ever onwards on endless sand
an infinite stretching sea of sand
as far as the eye can see,
sand, always sand,
a detestable desert
where wearied walks
make little footprints
in the sand,
travellers seeking a hand
upon the desiccated sand
a hand in inspiration,
dried up and dried out
of ideas
no new pieces
so no new peace
upon the hot sand,
enough to drive anyone mad,
sand, sand, as far as the eye can see;
seek and ye shall find,
sand and signs
empty lands for empty...
ever onwards on endless sand
an infinite stretching sea of sand
as far as the eye can see,
sand, always sand,
a detestable desert
where wearied walks
make little footprints
in the sand,
travellers seeking a hand
upon the desiccated sand
a hand in inspiration,
dried up and dried out
of ideas
no new pieces
so no new peace
upon the hot sand,
enough to drive anyone mad,
sand, sand, as far as the eye can see;
seek and ye shall find,
sand and signs
empty lands for empty...
#WritersBlock
#desert
#NaPoWriMo2019
581 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 2:15pm
14th Nov 2018 2:15pm
Penny Less A Pint At The White Horse (A Brief Thought For Dylan Thomas)
Pennies for portions, standing here now wit
too fat feet all for firstime adipose tissue
bloating while some
body gloats in sweetwild
seamlessness,
not knowing how how h'ow did (wee'wee) come to this place
~ in the first place~
beyond, and yet among, all the "others".....
come on, come lay down wit me awhile in a better, more
worthy ( com)passion, as if
...
too fat feet all for firstime adipose tissue
bloating while some
body gloats in sweetwild
seamlessness,
not knowing how how h'ow did (wee'wee) come to this place
~ in the first place~
beyond, and yet among, all the "others".....
come on, come lay down wit me awhile in a better, more
worthy ( com)passion, as if
...
#loneliness
#death
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
518 reads
2 Comments
Ion_knw
Poem Published
21st Sep 2018 8:19am
21st Sep 2018 8:19am
Raggedy
Awww why im always in some shit mark thought to himself shaking his head as he paced back and forth he often did that,the pacing, it was out of his control as long as he could remember he paced it was like his legs were working hard to keep his mind busy but this time was different no amount of pacing could ease his mind . He had to get it together get a plan maybe Shanna would be down she was always talking about leaving the hood anyway he thought looking at his big face watch he had gotten from puff puff pass the smoke shop on the corner mark kept on pacing constantly whipping his head...
#books
#WritersBlock
#passion
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0 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
29th Aug 2018 4:04pm
29th Aug 2018 4:04pm
Letters to a Young Poet(ess) I
August 29, 2018
Ahavati
Cherokee, North Carolina
Dearest Poppy,
I received your letter just yesterday. I must admit my heart sank when I became aware of your feelings. Especially in light of such a deep accompaniment of expression, obviously demonstrating great depth of emotion.
Perhaps such emotion is reaching up from the quagmire of doubt toward the rung of growth. While you may feel you're in a rut, the enclosed poem contradicts that thought with hard evidence to the contrary....
Ahavati
Cherokee, North Carolina
Dearest Poppy,
I received your letter just yesterday. I must admit my heart sank when I became aware of your feelings. Especially in light of such a deep accompaniment of expression, obviously demonstrating great depth of emotion.
Perhaps such emotion is reaching up from the quagmire of doubt toward the rung of growth. While you may feel you're in a rut, the enclosed poem contradicts that thought with hard evidence to the contrary....
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #RainerMariaRilke
#WritingPoetry #RainerMariaRilke
970 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2017 9:21pm
22nd Nov 2017 9:21pm
Orgasmic Capitulation
Orgasmic Capitulation
Hannah opens, “Well you’ve got us both here. Lucky you.”
I reply, “I’m sorry for not following through on the jobs you got for me.”
Hannah explains “It hurts our reputation. When we get you hooked with an employer and you back out the business won’t work with us for other clients.”
Anita instructs, “She’s right John. If you want us to work with you, you have to follow through.”
Hannah accuses, “John is this a game for you? Are you enjoying the company of two beautiful women?” ...
Hannah opens, “Well you’ve got us both here. Lucky you.”
I reply, “I’m sorry for not following through on the jobs you got for me.”
Hannah explains “It hurts our reputation. When we get you hooked with an employer and you back out the business won’t work with us for other clients.”
Anita instructs, “She’s right John. If you want us to work with you, you have to follow through.”
Hannah accuses, “John is this a game for you? Are you enjoying the company of two beautiful women?” ...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
796 reads
2 Comments
God-Is-In-The-Rain
Gregory Rain
Gregory Rain
Poem Published
29th Oct 2017 5:59pm
29th Oct 2017 5:59pm
....Remain.
And so once again, All fades into Chaos of War....
Machines rose against their overlords....
Death Dances in Rain to the rythm of Crimson roar....
With Guns and Swords....
Through sounds of Pain, upcoming Silence calls....
While Corrosive and Posionous gasses mix....
Outside black Flake of toxic fallout gently falls....
With Grace of Feather....
World is bussy destroying itself....
Only I am on my personal mission to save it....
Running into the Madness with our Photo from shelf....
Into its...
Machines rose against their overlords....
Death Dances in Rain to the rythm of Crimson roar....
With Guns and Swords....
Through sounds of Pain, upcoming Silence calls....
While Corrosive and Posionous gasses mix....
Outside black Flake of toxic fallout gently falls....
With Grace of Feather....
World is bussy destroying itself....
Only I am on my personal mission to save it....
Running into the Madness with our Photo from shelf....
Into its...
#ShortStory
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#WritingPoetry
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0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
24th Oct 2017 00:27am
24th Oct 2017 00:27am
too little ducks ..
ask the elderly bloke at the bus stop
what time the next bus is
due -
he says and which bus
would that be -
I say the next one -
he says oh, yes, well, yes, quite possibly
that's true
although
to give it its due
if you're waiting for the number 22 -
which I'm not -
it'll be here around twenty to ...
what time the next bus is
due -
he says and which bus
would that be -
I say the next one -
he says oh, yes, well, yes, quite possibly
that's true
although
to give it its due
if you're waiting for the number 22 -
which I'm not -
it'll be here around twenty to ...
#conflict
#alcohol
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#confusion
454 reads
1 Comment
gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Poem Published
8th Aug 2017 10:34pm
8th Aug 2017 10:34pm
Fool's Craft inst. by Luxray Beats
Never late with the flow,
You already know how these schematics usual go,
Nostalgic like blowing Nintendo...
Cartridges,
Call it what you wanna,
Ive been through the carnage
Drama I never departed,
The heart of a spartan,
Behind a soul starving artist,
So They say, “boy, you oughta eat!”
what I need?
can’t find in these streets..
Until the beat drop,
Feet stomp,
A...
You already know how these schematics usual go,
Nostalgic like blowing Nintendo...
Cartridges,
Call it what you wanna,
Ive been through the carnage
Drama I never departed,
The heart of a spartan,
Behind a soul starving artist,
So They say, “boy, you oughta eat!”
what I need?
can’t find in these streets..
Until the beat drop,
Feet stomp,
A...
#dark
#conflict
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
836 reads
3 Comments
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