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.
unrepentant wisdom
a rhymed, mirrored octet with a coda
the
poem
unwritten,
battling darkness,
languishing for light,
unrepentant w i s d o m
that could heal a broken world!
let its lyrics fill the pages
of inconsequential sages;
let its eloquence unfold
in the verseless kingdom
of this sultry night.
for the starkness
full smitten,
solemn,
free
the
poem
unwritten.
© Copyright 2024 April 28
by cab♫
the
poem
unwritten,
battling darkness,
languishing for light,
unrepentant w i s d o m
that could heal a broken world!
let its lyrics fill the pages
of inconsequential sages;
let its eloquence unfold
in the verseless kingdom
of this sultry night.
for the starkness
full smitten,
solemn,
free
the
poem
unwritten.
© Copyright 2024 April 28
by cab♫
#hope
#LifeGoals
#SelfDiscovery
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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On the Nose: "One must imagine Sisyphus happy."
As I scratch away at the
innards of a
sickening shock yellow
spiral-bound notebook on my
tiny desk in the
corner
of a small bedroom,
a gnat buzzes about the bulb of an incandescent
lamp.
An incessant search for a
new
angle
from which to attack the
Same
light.
innards of a
sickening shock yellow
spiral-bound notebook on my
tiny desk in the
corner
of a small bedroom,
a gnat buzzes about the bulb of an incandescent
lamp.
An incessant search for a
new
angle
from which to attack the
Same
light.
#minimalist
#symbolism
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
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Dis-communication - NaPoWriMo 25
I have a desire
a need
to have my words speak plainly,
while my writing whirls on wings,
But
there are damnable times
where my words weave metaphors
to an unresponsive crowd
as my writing
sucks and plunges into accursed
mundane boring dirt,
wherein my frustration
at communication
further fans the muse's fire
when I simply want to exact,
and afterwards trying to
put pen to paper
is met by a roadblock and blankness.
That it becomes only time
and sleep bring salvation
to such muddled...
a need
to have my words speak plainly,
while my writing whirls on wings,
But
there are damnable times
where my words weave metaphors
to an unresponsive crowd
as my writing
sucks and plunges into accursed
mundane boring dirt,
wherein my frustration
at communication
further fans the muse's fire
when I simply want to exact,
and afterwards trying to
put pen to paper
is met by a roadblock and blankness.
That it becomes only time
and sleep bring salvation
to such muddled...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Must be an Arizona (DRY) Heat
25/30
Must be an Arizona (DRY) Heat
Ever wonder how many times
Poets, Lyricists……..Novelists
now even in our present day
of online technology – Bloggers
run into (at lightening speeds
of a lame, maimed tortoise)
this bucket of dried out seeds>
I know it’s within me
to spill anything and yet
my spit has become a wee bit
cotton-mouthy, thick
with no muse in my backdrop
to hydrate
maybe it’s time to consume
a shot of bourbon
or 2
63 unique words
Must be an Arizona (DRY) Heat
Ever wonder how many times
Poets, Lyricists……..Novelists
now even in our present day
of online technology – Bloggers
run into (at lightening speeds
of a lame, maimed tortoise)
this bucket of dried out seeds>
I know it’s within me
to spill anything and yet
my spit has become a wee bit
cotton-mouthy, thick
with no muse in my backdrop
to hydrate
maybe it’s time to consume
a shot of bourbon
or 2
63 unique words
#NaPoWriMo2024
#WritersBlock
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Captive heart
I just can’t do it today.
Reached into the vault
where poetry should be –
Nothing.
After six days of fitting
"nicely"
into this ultra-conservative
highly reserved
octogenarian-paced life
I’ve had to stay buried
so very deep
I am nearly
unreachable.
Tomorrow, we head home.
And then…
I shall unleash
all my unseemly emotions
move my body freely
with inappropriate exuberance
utter long strings of
filthy cuss words
and unearth the truth
of the poet ...
Reached into the vault
where poetry should be –
Nothing.
After six days of fitting
"nicely"
into this ultra-conservative
highly reserved
octogenarian-paced life
I’ve had to stay buried
so very deep
I am nearly
unreachable.
Tomorrow, we head home.
And then…
I shall unleash
all my unseemly emotions
move my body freely
with inappropriate exuberance
utter long strings of
filthy cuss words
and unearth the truth
of the poet ...
#family
#NaPoWriMo2024
#travel #WritersBlock
#travel #WritersBlock
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Inconducive
24/30
Inconducive
Dropped a shiny nickel down a well
Hoping for a splash
Hearing a kerplunk
What???
I should have known
expected this arid bit
no more energy
for no more spit
Been getting by on
perhaps, due to the well
having been dug deeper
from a hole an “Alice”
fell into chasing rabbits
or wishful dreams
(thinking)
I wish I was thinking
then I wouldn’t have to
ruminate something
out of thin musty old
air in the depths of
my ancient history
buried in a...
Inconducive
Dropped a shiny nickel down a well
Hoping for a splash
Hearing a kerplunk
What???
I should have known
expected this arid bit
no more energy
for no more spit
Been getting by on
perhaps, due to the well
having been dug deeper
from a hole an “Alice”
fell into chasing rabbits
or wishful dreams
(thinking)
I wish I was thinking
then I wouldn’t have to
ruminate something
out of thin musty old
air in the depths of
my ancient history
buried in a...
#myself
#NaPoWriMo2024
#WritersBlock
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A Poet's Block
Grasping at thin straws
In those darker corridors
That wind way back behind
The storefront of my mind
It's tapped and sapped
Creative juices run dry
From syrup to bitter gin
So unsure where to begin
But, reaching farther down
To rummage among the dregs
Cutting wrists on dry tears
Coal matter, thick as fears
Past self may wear gloves
I've since been bitten
Leaked through my pores
Seizing lungs like spores
And with tremble in hand
Digging into healed scars
Dark ink hits the papers...
In those darker corridors
That wind way back behind
The storefront of my mind
It's tapped and sapped
Creative juices run dry
From syrup to bitter gin
So unsure where to begin
But, reaching farther down
To rummage among the dregs
Cutting wrists on dry tears
Coal matter, thick as fears
Past self may wear gloves
I've since been bitten
Leaked through my pores
Seizing lungs like spores
And with tremble in hand
Digging into healed scars
Dark ink hits the papers...
#dark
#NaPoWriMo2024
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
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Stain the Page
How then to face all this rage
other than just stain the page
jotting down words to write
an ink spatter into the night
Where rights are now wronged
by one who once belonged
on the other side of the line
but then rewrote the design
All of these games I played
so many dragons I then slayed
merely to immerse in the feel
of killing all that is surreal
For that is what this poet does
but more than just because
more than simply being
I find all of this folly freeing
A little...
other than just stain the page
jotting down words to write
an ink spatter into the night
Where rights are now wronged
by one who once belonged
on the other side of the line
but then rewrote the design
All of these games I played
so many dragons I then slayed
merely to immerse in the feel
of killing all that is surreal
For that is what this poet does
but more than just because
more than simply being
I find all of this folly freeing
A little...
#anger
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritersBlock
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9 Comments
Sinful as Guilt
I am "guilty as sin"
whether I lose or I win
have committed crimes
just to jot down these rhymes
Wounding myself so deep
only so the ink will seep
down into the blank page
slay writer's block with rage
Taking each prompt as it comes
balance all of losses and sums
hoping it might make sense
in that far happier future tense
Willing to now again bare it all
rubber ball ricocheting off the wall
still in search of a racket ball racket
playing within this tied straitjacket ...
whether I lose or I win
have committed crimes
just to jot down these rhymes
Wounding myself so deep
only so the ink will seep
down into the blank page
slay writer's block with rage
Taking each prompt as it comes
balance all of losses and sums
hoping it might make sense
in that far happier future tense
Willing to now again bare it all
rubber ball ricocheting off the wall
still in search of a racket ball racket
playing within this tied straitjacket ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Latent
The words collect
do gather
like so many leaves
within the eaves
of my mind
rattling thoughts
stirring each feeling
revealing everything
do gather
like so many leaves
within the eaves
of my mind
rattling thoughts
stirring each feeling
revealing everything
#trees
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
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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Lives of Poets
What makes me wonder
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
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