Poems about Writer's Block
#WritersBlock
Poems about writer's block, when a poet or author struggles to write, sufferers from creative shutdown, or lacks inspiration. Writer's block can be extremely frustrating, but can itself provide the inspiration to write.
Ode to Pessoa's Multiple Poems
Oh Pessoa, master of masks and souls,
who unfolds in multiple verses,
in each heteronym, a universe,
in each poem, a new being.
Alberto Caeiro, shepherd of the fields,
with simplicity and wisdom,
describes nature in its purity
and teaches us to see the world with clarity.
Ricardo Reis, serene epicurean,
with his odes of calm and resignation,
celebrates life with measure and reason
and invites us to live with moderation.
Álvaro de Campos, sensitive engineer,
with his eagerness and modernity, ...
who unfolds in multiple verses,
in each heteronym, a universe,
in each poem, a new being.
Alberto Caeiro, shepherd of the fields,
with simplicity and wisdom,
describes nature in its purity
and teaches us to see the world with clarity.
Ricardo Reis, serene epicurean,
with his odes of calm and resignation,
celebrates life with measure and reason
and invites us to live with moderation.
Álvaro de Campos, sensitive engineer,
with his eagerness and modernity, ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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70's porn movies
When the imbeciles disembark
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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I Wrote Too Much
I wrote too much
Déjŕ vu
I spilled these words before
pointed out the facts
just for them to be ignored
collabed a few times
some friends became enemies
and some friends
became friends with enemies
and they wonder why
I have trust issues
speaking of which
I spoke about this before
oh goo goo girl
where did you go?
that was so many years ago
not that the story didn’t repeat
over and over
different girl same drama
yeah too much wasted time
if I had half a mind
I would of given it up ...
Déjŕ vu
I spilled these words before
pointed out the facts
just for them to be ignored
collabed a few times
some friends became enemies
and some friends
became friends with enemies
and they wonder why
I have trust issues
speaking of which
I spoke about this before
oh goo goo girl
where did you go?
that was so many years ago
not that the story didn’t repeat
over and over
different girl same drama
yeah too much wasted time
if I had half a mind
I would of given it up ...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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A writer's block
I have come to a point where I envy
a story teller
A short poem
I used to write
But my hands are dry
And I envy those who embrace the muse every day
And make love to her.
a story teller
A short poem
I used to write
But my hands are dry
And I envy those who embrace the muse every day
And make love to her.
#WritersBlock
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About Her for Her and with Her
Her is her, in the quiet hours of dawn.
A whisper in the stillness, a breath of the morning air.
Her presence is a thread in the tapestry of time
weaving patterns of herself and fragments of others.
In the mirror, Her sees reflections,
not just one own, but countless faces.
Each gaze a story, each smile a secret,
Her identity shifts, dances, in the fluidity of moments.
Her walks the path of many,
one's steps echoing in the lives of others,
adopting roles, shedding skins, becoming more than one.
Yet in Her heart, there...
A whisper in the stillness, a breath of the morning air.
Her presence is a thread in the tapestry of time
weaving patterns of herself and fragments of others.
In the mirror, Her sees reflections,
not just one own, but countless faces.
Each gaze a story, each smile a secret,
Her identity shifts, dances, in the fluidity of moments.
Her walks the path of many,
one's steps echoing in the lives of others,
adopting roles, shedding skins, becoming more than one.
Yet in Her heart, there...
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Grace
With a wink and a nod
she conjures delight.
Turning dull moments into pure light.
Grace, the jester,
with a heart so sunny,
her world is a playground,
endlessly funny.
she conjures delight.
Turning dull moments into pure light.
Grace, the jester,
with a heart so sunny,
her world is a playground,
endlessly funny.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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fianaturie8
Learning to see
Myself
Seeing myself
in the crystal
mirror
of my eyes
that learn...
Myself undone.
Myself
Seeing myself
in the crystal
mirror
of my eyes
that learn...
Myself undone.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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DanielChristensen
God is not here
God is away
for the holidays
God owns eleven
fingertips
God says....
God is not here
for good.
God is away
for the holidays
God owns eleven
fingertips
God says....
God is not here
for good.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Wafflenose
Soft touches of letters
building words
Lightning bolts
shaping phrases
Restarting
metamorphosis
Never too dark
to have a glimpse
of our shadows...
building words
Lightning bolts
shaping phrases
Restarting
metamorphosis
Never too dark
to have a glimpse
of our shadows...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Anne-Ri999
On wings of gossamer, light and free,
a butterfly dances, wild and carefree.
Yet on its fragile, silken span,
a drop of blood, a crimson plan.
A delicate bead, so stark, so bright,
against the wings, a haunting sight.
In the garden’s hush,
where flowers bloom,
It flutters softly, dispelling gloom.
a butterfly dances, wild and carefree.
Yet on its fragile, silken span,
a drop of blood, a crimson plan.
A delicate bead, so stark, so bright,
against the wings, a haunting sight.
In the garden’s hush,
where flowers bloom,
It flutters softly, dispelling gloom.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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AfterSexDilemma
Captures
the essence of moments
that are often difficult
to articulate,
whether
it's the bittersweet
aftermath of love,
the haunting echoes of past
connections,
or the profound sense
of longing and loss.
This unflinching exploration
of such themes creates
a profound emotional
impact on readers.
the essence of moments
that are often difficult
to articulate,
whether
it's the bittersweet
aftermath of love,
the haunting echoes of past
connections,
or the profound sense
of longing and loss.
This unflinching exploration
of such themes creates
a profound emotional
impact on readers.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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DamianDeadLove
I'm a humble enigma
Mysteries unfold
In whispers of dawn I breathe
Mysteries unfold
In whispers of dawn I breathe
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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