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.
Falling
I caught myself falling again. Wondering if this depression I feel will forever hold me by the neck.
Squeezing tighter with every breath that it takes. Suffocating me with the thought of failure, that which constantly creeps into my subconscious.
Holding back the tears from slowly falling down my cheek. Keeping me in a half sleep and half awake daze.
Pondering if this life is worth the pain of being bound to this world, when I could end it now, releasing myself to drift away into a haze.
Squeezing tighter with every breath that it takes. Suffocating me with the thought of failure, that which constantly creeps into my subconscious.
Holding back the tears from slowly falling down my cheek. Keeping me in a half sleep and half awake daze.
Pondering if this life is worth the pain of being bound to this world, when I could end it now, releasing myself to drift away into a haze.
#anxiety
#emptiness
#PowerOfWords #WritersBlock
#PowerOfWords #WritersBlock
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A Langauge Of Emotion (Silent Plea)
words ~ please fail me not
they are truly ~ all i have
to express feelings
they are truly ~ all i have
to express feelings
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#senryu
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Dung Beetle Wheel
I ain't got a thing to write
Imma just gonna type and whatever
happens, no matter how bad
you're going to get it
My ear, you'll wet it when you
give me a wet willie
You're silly, I am serious, I am real,
I am the real deal
a real big deal, I am prone to veal
never had it, just rhymed
I try to do that time to time
and hope it makes it flow a little better
as I try to change this into a poem
instead of an open letter
Rapping and rhyming and trying
defiant, unreliable diamond
fugazi...
Imma just gonna type and whatever
happens, no matter how bad
you're going to get it
My ear, you'll wet it when you
give me a wet willie
You're silly, I am serious, I am real,
I am the real deal
a real big deal, I am prone to veal
never had it, just rhymed
I try to do that time to time
and hope it makes it flow a little better
as I try to change this into a poem
instead of an open letter
Rapping and rhyming and trying
defiant, unreliable diamond
fugazi...
#WritersBlock
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A Little Bird Cheeped While I Was Trying to Type
I don't think you understand what a writing zone is
I don't think you get how hard you being here is
I need to quietly live and give
my every ounce
your every whisper a shout
your every throat cleared
appearance of doubt
I'm an artist fragile, glass,
paper thin
vulnerable to the wind
too enraged to write when I see you engage in your sin,
leave me
I'm wafer thin
I don't think you get how hard you being here is
I need to quietly live and give
my every ounce
your every whisper a shout
your every throat cleared
appearance of doubt
I'm an artist fragile, glass,
paper thin
vulnerable to the wind
too enraged to write when I see you engage in your sin,
leave me
I'm wafer thin
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Error
feelings wail inside me
they scream and plea
peeling layers begging
to set them free
but
words baffle me
they dance and flee
leaving my head spinning
to capture them free
they scream and plea
peeling layers begging
to set them free
but
words baffle me
they dance and flee
leaving my head spinning
to capture them free
#emotions
#WritersBlock
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I CAN WRITE AGAIN!
As if the pen’s silver nib were a bullet
shot backward into the well,
recalling the joy of writing
and the pain of counting 5-7-5,
over and over,
and under
until Haikus spin silk syllables.
Don’t underestimate yourself!
My hand shakes sometimes,
muscle memory,
Parkinson’s poetry,
tenacious texts that tremor,
talent moving left to right,
telling me there’s something left to write.
My pointer kisses my thumb,
a reminder of poetry’s tenderness, ...
shot backward into the well,
recalling the joy of writing
and the pain of counting 5-7-5,
over and over,
and under
until Haikus spin silk syllables.
Don’t underestimate yourself!
My hand shakes sometimes,
muscle memory,
Parkinson’s poetry,
tenacious texts that tremor,
talent moving left to right,
telling me there’s something left to write.
My pointer kisses my thumb,
a reminder of poetry’s tenderness, ...
#uplifting
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Squeezed Out Eventually (Another Take)
A poem's sometimes like a bunged-up gut
when constipation's gripped it like a vice.
The situation's thick and grim, not nice,
the door of our creative arsehole shut,
the poem jammed inside our mental butt.
We try the ways we know to make it move:
a walk – the writer’s prunes – does not improve
our plight, the poem doesn't budge a bit
and even if it did it would be shit.
We're not tonight in that poetic groove.
📝🙃📝
when constipation's gripped it like a vice.
The situation's thick and grim, not nice,
the door of our creative arsehole shut,
the poem jammed inside our mental butt.
We try the ways we know to make it move:
a walk – the writer’s prunes – does not improve
our plight, the poem doesn't budge a bit
and even if it did it would be shit.
We're not tonight in that poetic groove.
📝🙃📝
#WritersBlock
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Writer’s Block
Writer’s block won’t let me through
However writers block out the noise
And just make do when it’s due
So I’m riding through the block
Just to catch a thought
That just might spark something new
Something that’ll make them say
“Damn that boy a fool”
Smooth, cool, and utterly true
The words from my pen are dipped in the pain
That I constantly try to avoid
Balancing all these issues I’m losing my poise
Fighting to give my best routine
But it seems, the judges won’t play it fair
So it’s gymnast the way I flip shit ...
However writers block out the noise
And just make do when it’s due
So I’m riding through the block
Just to catch a thought
That just might spark something new
Something that’ll make them say
“Damn that boy a fool”
Smooth, cool, and utterly true
The words from my pen are dipped in the pain
That I constantly try to avoid
Balancing all these issues I’m losing my poise
Fighting to give my best routine
But it seems, the judges won’t play it fair
So it’s gymnast the way I flip shit ...
#determination
#WritersBlock
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Swam dollabis naga.
It doesn't even come to chasco
that I messed up the xarufa.
I'm struck by the leaves of the leaves
that are dying.
I axuncall your frixola
meidelado meidetraz.
Ensim peroca in the corner.
Shupilambas on the borders.
Gozobo casabertas.
I lost my clitobia.
Ensim leitado debreshecas
put the goalposts.
Raz paras verallas
ten tangled tachanca.
Spit lubrifins.
A frinasca of funfrunnas frengolem.
that I messed up the xarufa.
I'm struck by the leaves of the leaves
that are dying.
I axuncall your frixola
meidelado meidetraz.
Ensim peroca in the corner.
Shupilambas on the borders.
Gozobo casabertas.
I lost my clitobia.
Ensim leitado debreshecas
put the goalposts.
Raz paras verallas
ten tangled tachanca.
Spit lubrifins.
A frinasca of funfrunnas frengolem.
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#nonfiction
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Under Pressure
deadlines
silence the inner critic
opening windows to creation
© 2024 Raibeart Bruis
silence the inner critic
opening windows to creation
© 2024 Raibeart Bruis
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
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MY FREE LINE'S LIFETIME, PRECARIOUS, HIGH WIRE ACT (somewhere unknown in time; Galveston Island, Texas)
skip fact
let go
set free release
all those old archaic
straight line modes
of more self limited
stream of consciousness thoughts
now long ago let go of
released set free
modes and ways of habitual
straight line thinking
into this much better
more highly evolved mode
of free line thoughts and thinking
so break free of
and out from all
self limiting restrictions
of your mind
let it snake and flow
mindfully thoughtfully
thoughtlessly mindlessly
then either way...
let go
set free release
all those old archaic
straight line modes
of more self limited
stream of consciousness thoughts
now long ago let go of
released set free
modes and ways of habitual
straight line thinking
into this much better
more highly evolved mode
of free line thoughts and thinking
so break free of
and out from all
self limiting restrictions
of your mind
let it snake and flow
mindfully thoughtfully
thoughtlessly mindlessly
then either way...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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I'mma Bounce Back And Forth For A While
I tried to rhyme like my poetry's real,
but there is woe in me still
and a flow that
foes hope they can steal,
like hubcaps, spokes and wheels
My darkness concealed
for two or three spiels,
now I'm back to the healing,
and typical dribble,
bouncing hopes to find some despicable middle
of rhyming and drivel
that a sad heart produces
but there is woe in me still
and a flow that
foes hope they can steal,
like hubcaps, spokes and wheels
My darkness concealed
for two or three spiels,
now I'm back to the healing,
and typical dribble,
bouncing hopes to find some despicable middle
of rhyming and drivel
that a sad heart produces
#bittersweet
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
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