Poems About Writers Block Published by Members Recently Online
#WritersBlock
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
8th Jun 2023 6:09pm
8th Jun 2023 6:09pm
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
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2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
8th Jun 2023 6:09pm
8th Jun 2023 6:09pm
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
178 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
8th Jun 2023 6:09pm
8th Jun 2023 6:09pm
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
178 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
8th Jun 2023 6:09pm
8th Jun 2023 6:09pm
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
178 reads
2 Comments
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
91 reads
0 Comments
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
91 reads
0 Comments
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
91 reads
0 Comments
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
91 reads
0 Comments
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
91 reads
0 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
9th Apr 2022 2:24pm
9th Apr 2022 2:24pm
Long winter
My mind has frozen
#WritersBlock
#minimalist
601 reads
9 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
9th Apr 2022 2:24pm
9th Apr 2022 2:24pm
Long winter
My mind has frozen
#WritersBlock
#minimalist
601 reads
9 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
11th Mar 2023 3:29pm
11th Mar 2023 3:29pm
I cut a BIG FART in CVS this morning while buying a gift card
Yeah
Thought nobody was around around so I let it rip
It was much louder than I presumed it would be
This woman who works there gave me a sly smile
Think she was jealous
Was hoping for a discount on my purchase
Maybe next time
She'll remember me
That's for sure
Thought nobody was around around so I let it rip
It was much louder than I presumed it would be
This woman who works there gave me a sly smile
Think she was jealous
Was hoping for a discount on my purchase
Maybe next time
She'll remember me
That's for sure
#funny
#WritersBlock
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#CallToAction
445 reads
62 Comments
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