Poems About Writers Block Published by Members Recently Online
#WritersBlock
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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8 Comments
Manuscript Musings
Yesterday my mind was a blank.
I suffered a writer's dead calm.
But now thought waves begin to stir
and I think I know who to thank.
A stack of books served as a balm,
along with our pussycat's purr,
and some recent rain played a part.
This fresh ambience serves me well
and wards away melancholy.
I'll have no thoughts cruel or tart
nor a vainglorious head swell
serving to augment my folly.
Melancholy for the poet
is necessary I suppose,
but I like to keep it in check;
those streams of bad...
I suffered a writer's dead calm.
But now thought waves begin to stir
and I think I know who to thank.
A stack of books served as a balm,
along with our pussycat's purr,
and some recent rain played a part.
This fresh ambience serves me well
and wards away melancholy.
I'll have no thoughts cruel or tart
nor a vainglorious head swell
serving to augment my folly.
Melancholy for the poet
is necessary I suppose,
but I like to keep it in check;
those streams of bad...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
183 reads
2 Comments
Manuscript Musings
Yesterday my mind was a blank.
I suffered a writer's dead calm.
But now thought waves begin to stir
and I think I know who to thank.
A stack of books served as a balm,
along with our pussycat's purr,
and some recent rain played a part.
This fresh ambience serves me well
and wards away melancholy.
I'll have no thoughts cruel or tart
nor a vainglorious head swell
serving to augment my folly.
Melancholy for the poet
is necessary I suppose,
but I like to keep it in check;
those streams of bad...
I suffered a writer's dead calm.
But now thought waves begin to stir
and I think I know who to thank.
A stack of books served as a balm,
along with our pussycat's purr,
and some recent rain played a part.
This fresh ambience serves me well
and wards away melancholy.
I'll have no thoughts cruel or tart
nor a vainglorious head swell
serving to augment my folly.
Melancholy for the poet
is necessary I suppose,
but I like to keep it in check;
those streams of bad...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
183 reads
2 Comments
Manuscript Musings
Yesterday my mind was a blank.
I suffered a writer's dead calm.
But now thought waves begin to stir
and I think I know who to thank.
A stack of books served as a balm,
along with our pussycat's purr,
and some recent rain played a part.
This fresh ambience serves me well
and wards away melancholy.
I'll have no thoughts cruel or tart
nor a vainglorious head swell
serving to augment my folly.
Melancholy for the poet
is necessary I suppose,
but I like to keep it in check;
those streams of bad...
I suffered a writer's dead calm.
But now thought waves begin to stir
and I think I know who to thank.
A stack of books served as a balm,
along with our pussycat's purr,
and some recent rain played a part.
This fresh ambience serves me well
and wards away melancholy.
I'll have no thoughts cruel or tart
nor a vainglorious head swell
serving to augment my folly.
Melancholy for the poet
is necessary I suppose,
but I like to keep it in check;
those streams of bad...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
183 reads
2 Comments
Manuscript Musings
Yesterday my mind was a blank.
I suffered a writer's dead calm.
But now thought waves begin to stir
and I think I know who to thank.
A stack of books served as a balm,
along with our pussycat's purr,
and some recent rain played a part.
This fresh ambience serves me well
and wards away melancholy.
I'll have no thoughts cruel or tart
nor a vainglorious head swell
serving to augment my folly.
Melancholy for the poet
is necessary I suppose,
but I like to keep it in check;
those streams of bad...
I suffered a writer's dead calm.
But now thought waves begin to stir
and I think I know who to thank.
A stack of books served as a balm,
along with our pussycat's purr,
and some recent rain played a part.
This fresh ambience serves me well
and wards away melancholy.
I'll have no thoughts cruel or tart
nor a vainglorious head swell
serving to augment my folly.
Melancholy for the poet
is necessary I suppose,
but I like to keep it in check;
those streams of bad...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
183 reads
2 Comments
Not Sure.
I want to write poems, lines & things.
Through not sure what is right to write.
I've written things not yet published.
That may sound bitter to another
Not my intention to offend & blame.
But rather myself to be as I am.
My thuth to my self to be,
As i'm perceiving it to be.
I'm going through a thing at moment.
Thoughts are clouding my mind.
Confusing me further.
Sure there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope it not a train
Coming from the other end.
...
Through not sure what is right to write.
I've written things not yet published.
That may sound bitter to another
Not my intention to offend & blame.
But rather myself to be as I am.
My thuth to my self to be,
As i'm perceiving it to be.
I'm going through a thing at moment.
Thoughts are clouding my mind.
Confusing me further.
Sure there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope it not a train
Coming from the other end.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
34 reads
1 Comment
Not Sure.
I want to write poems, lines & things.
Through not sure what is right to write.
I've written things not yet published.
That may sound bitter to another
Not my intention to offend & blame.
But rather myself to be as I am.
My thuth to my self to be,
As i'm perceiving it to be.
I'm going through a thing at moment.
Thoughts are clouding my mind.
Confusing me further.
Sure there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope it not a train
Coming from the other end.
...
Through not sure what is right to write.
I've written things not yet published.
That may sound bitter to another
Not my intention to offend & blame.
But rather myself to be as I am.
My thuth to my self to be,
As i'm perceiving it to be.
I'm going through a thing at moment.
Thoughts are clouding my mind.
Confusing me further.
Sure there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope it not a train
Coming from the other end.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
34 reads
1 Comment
Not Sure.
I want to write poems, lines & things.
Through not sure what is right to write.
I've written things not yet published.
That may sound bitter to another
Not my intention to offend & blame.
But rather myself to be as I am.
My thuth to my self to be,
As i'm perceiving it to be.
I'm going through a thing at moment.
Thoughts are clouding my mind.
Confusing me further.
Sure there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope it not a train
Coming from the other end.
...
Through not sure what is right to write.
I've written things not yet published.
That may sound bitter to another
Not my intention to offend & blame.
But rather myself to be as I am.
My thuth to my self to be,
As i'm perceiving it to be.
I'm going through a thing at moment.
Thoughts are clouding my mind.
Confusing me further.
Sure there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope it not a train
Coming from the other end.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
34 reads
1 Comment
Not Sure.
I want to write poems, lines & things.
Through not sure what is right to write.
I've written things not yet published.
That may sound bitter to another
Not my intention to offend & blame.
But rather myself to be as I am.
My thuth to my self to be,
As i'm perceiving it to be.
I'm going through a thing at moment.
Thoughts are clouding my mind.
Confusing me further.
Sure there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope it not a train
Coming from the other end.
...
Through not sure what is right to write.
I've written things not yet published.
That may sound bitter to another
Not my intention to offend & blame.
But rather myself to be as I am.
My thuth to my self to be,
As i'm perceiving it to be.
I'm going through a thing at moment.
Thoughts are clouding my mind.
Confusing me further.
Sure there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope it not a train
Coming from the other end.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
34 reads
1 Comment
Not Sure.
I want to write poems, lines & things.
Through not sure what is right to write.
I've written things not yet published.
That may sound bitter to another
Not my intention to offend & blame.
But rather myself to be as I am.
My thuth to my self to be,
As i'm perceiving it to be.
I'm going through a thing at moment.
Thoughts are clouding my mind.
Confusing me further.
Sure there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope it not a train
Coming from the other end.
...
Through not sure what is right to write.
I've written things not yet published.
That may sound bitter to another
Not my intention to offend & blame.
But rather myself to be as I am.
My thuth to my self to be,
As i'm perceiving it to be.
I'm going through a thing at moment.
Thoughts are clouding my mind.
Confusing me further.
Sure there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope it not a train
Coming from the other end.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
34 reads
1 Comment
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
93 reads
0 Comments
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
93 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Writers Block Published by Members Recently Online