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.
MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 00:18am
23rd Nov 2024 00:18am
Another Day, Another Scribble
Sometimes I sit here,
staring at the blank page,
wondering what to write about
what’s rattling around in my head.
Is it something profound,
or am I just taking the piss again?
Sometimes I think I’m winding people up,
other times, I’m genuinely trying to say something.
I write when I’m happy.
I write when I’m sad.
I write when the world looks beautiful
and when it looks like the bottom of a bin,
Even if it might smell a bit crappy,
Sometimes it’s rage pouring out,
sometimes it’s a laugh at my own expense.
I never...
staring at the blank page,
wondering what to write about
what’s rattling around in my head.
Is it something profound,
or am I just taking the piss again?
Sometimes I think I’m winding people up,
other times, I’m genuinely trying to say something.
I write when I’m happy.
I write when I’m sad.
I write when the world looks beautiful
and when it looks like the bottom of a bin,
Even if it might smell a bit crappy,
Sometimes it’s rage pouring out,
sometimes it’s a laugh at my own expense.
I never...
#dark
#funny
#honesty
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 9:01pm
18th Nov 2024 9:01pm
Mask of Originality
In the passages of creativity, where the muse whispers from the depth of a soul, a villain looms—one that is dishonest and empty who claims accolades.
A new age has dawned, where the pen once wielded with sweat and soul is replaced by keys tapping into endless algorithms, yet some dare to claim the resulting words as wholly their own.
Ai might have started with good intentions but it didn't stay this way, with a spark of innovation, the humming of machines learning the words, and the rhythms of the poet and recycling their authentic thoughts,...
A new age has dawned, where the pen once wielded with sweat and soul is replaced by keys tapping into endless algorithms, yet some dare to claim the resulting words as wholly their own.
Ai might have started with good intentions but it didn't stay this way, with a spark of innovation, the humming of machines learning the words, and the rhythms of the poet and recycling their authentic thoughts,...
#lies
#LifeAsAWriter
#technology #WritersBlock
#technology #WritersBlock
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Seed
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 1:20am
12th Nov 2024 1:20am
That Stunning Mystery
Staring at a blank page.
The pen is ready,
sitting on "G' waiting of "O".
My head is spinning,
trying to chart a path through
my cluttered thoughts.
Trying to spin poetry from
threads of thought,
weave words together
into some form of seamless cloth
with pleasing patterns
that evoke sounds of music.
Something from nothing is the result
of the dreamer's disease.
Syllables in a word soup and salad
topped with a cream sauce
and seasoned to taste.
A wastepaper...
The pen is ready,
sitting on "G' waiting of "O".
My head is spinning,
trying to chart a path through
my cluttered thoughts.
Trying to spin poetry from
threads of thought,
weave words together
into some form of seamless cloth
with pleasing patterns
that evoke sounds of music.
Something from nothing is the result
of the dreamer's disease.
Syllables in a word soup and salad
topped with a cream sauce
and seasoned to taste.
A wastepaper...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 12:11pm
7th Nov 2024 12:11pm
a fable
A fable
I flew high, but it was hot, my wings were tired
when spotting a well sat on the rim of the well
saw my reflection; yes, I was beautiful, but
noticed a dark shadow behind me
pushing me into the well and looking up
Evil had gone
clawed myself to the top, the Evil sat by the fireside
my talons scratched its eyes out
Evil ran outside, cooling his dead eyes in falling
I'm a silky bird with golden feathers
The evil scream bore man's suffering
Wisdom lost there was a land that had golden sand
lemon trees and jubilant...
I flew high, but it was hot, my wings were tired
when spotting a well sat on the rim of the well
saw my reflection; yes, I was beautiful, but
noticed a dark shadow behind me
pushing me into the well and looking up
Evil had gone
clawed myself to the top, the Evil sat by the fireside
my talons scratched its eyes out
Evil ran outside, cooling his dead eyes in falling
I'm a silky bird with golden feathers
The evil scream bore man's suffering
Wisdom lost there was a land that had golden sand
lemon trees and jubilant...
#MyInspiration
#passion
#PowerOfWords
#reading
#WritersBlock
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 7:36pm
3rd Nov 2024 7:36pm
Into Verse
The caret flashing on the screen
echoed my pulse.
My thoughts clamored in frenzy,
refusing to turn into verse.
echoed my pulse.
My thoughts clamored in frenzy,
refusing to turn into verse.
#WritersBlock
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 00:20am
28th Oct 2024 00:20am
the reviewer says
in his notebooks were discovered
his thoughts upon those who would study them
after he was dead,
and I know how it looks,
but the writer always wants to be read ..
his thoughts upon those who would study them
after he was dead,
and I know how it looks,
but the writer always wants to be read ..
#WritersBlock
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 11:34pm
16th Oct 2024 11:34pm
COUNTERWEIGHT OFF THE TAIL ME BOYS (Fri., 10-11-2024; Palm Springs, California)
just counterweight
off
the tail
me boys
just counterweight
off
the tail
or in other
words
to put it
more simply
just counterweight
off
the tail
me boys
counterweight
off
the
t
a
i
l
for i m afraid
there may not be
much
left of me
afterwards
here tonight
beyond
the resonant echo s
widely spreading...
off
the tail
me boys
just counterweight
off
the tail
or in other
words
to put it
more simply
just counterweight
off
the tail
me boys
counterweight
off
the
t
a
i
l
for i m afraid
there may not be
much
left of me
afterwards
here tonight
beyond
the resonant echo s
widely spreading...
#courage
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#heroic
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 1:23am
16th Oct 2024 1:23am
MY FEEBLE PEN'S UNCERTAIN, ATTEMPTED RETURN (5:25pm, 10-7-2024; at KOFFI North, Palm Springs, California)
pausing here
this afternoon
with pen
and paper
in hand again
in hopes
of tapping
back into
my innate
creative muse s
too long neglected
too long distracted
ever mysterious
inner realms
to try retuning
back into
channeling
and releasing
whatever spontaneously arisen
free flow purge
of perceptive
conscious
and subconscious
self expression
might
to my surprise
possibly arise
from...
this afternoon
with pen
and paper
in hand again
in hopes
of tapping
back into
my innate
creative muse s
too long neglected
too long distracted
ever mysterious
inner realms
to try retuning
back into
channeling
and releasing
whatever spontaneously arisen
free flow purge
of perceptive
conscious
and subconscious
self expression
might
to my surprise
possibly arise
from...
#aging
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
#WritersBlock
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
20th Sep 2024 11:41pm
20th Sep 2024 11:41pm
of course you didn’t wait
making up a poem in my head or
wherever one does such a
thing is, I wasn’t looking where I
was going to write it
down the pub
you tut tut and stare at
your watch and I’m thirty five minutes
past late
wherever one does such a
thing is, I wasn’t looking where I
was going to write it
down the pub
you tut tut and stare at
your watch and I’m thirty five minutes
past late
#city
#WritersBlock
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
17th Sep 2024 8:08pm
17th Sep 2024 8:08pm
0 - Unfinished poetry 7
#WritersBlock
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Sep 2024 00:20am
9th Sep 2024 00:20am
they never read him
he wanted to be catullus, short
snappy verses to delight the gossip
mongers of the city unfortunately
didn’t know who he was
snappy verses to delight the gossip
mongers of the city unfortunately
didn’t know who he was
#WritersBlock
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ManorMyth
Man_Or_Myth
Man_Or_Myth
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 2:02am
6th Sep 2024 2:02am
Hell
Fire and brimstone. Demons and devils. This is what most would imagine hell as.
But hell isn’t below but above.
It surrounds us daily to cloud our minds.
It eclipses the good within, to bring the hate and envy to the surface of our existence.
It influences our lives and have us accepting false idols as truth tellers
It turns boys into men and girls to women before their time.
It corrupts the innocent and turn them to crime just to survive.
This hell is on the surface and it never rest. It makes the weak feel strong with the pull of a...
But hell isn’t below but above.
It surrounds us daily to cloud our minds.
It eclipses the good within, to bring the hate and envy to the surface of our existence.
It influences our lives and have us accepting false idols as truth tellers
It turns boys into men and girls to women before their time.
It corrupts the innocent and turn them to crime just to survive.
This hell is on the surface and it never rest. It makes the weak feel strong with the pull of a...
#earth
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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