Poems About Writers Block Published by Members Recently Online
#WritersBlock
A not so wordy poem
Words can never cover
all the things i want to state
but may make some faint impression
with the facts i now relate
all the things i want to state
but may make some faint impression
with the facts i now relate
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
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A not so wordy poem
Words can never cover
all the things i want to state
but may make some faint impression
with the facts i now relate
all the things i want to state
but may make some faint impression
with the facts i now relate
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
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16 Comments
A not so wordy poem
Words can never cover
all the things i want to state
but may make some faint impression
with the facts i now relate
all the things i want to state
but may make some faint impression
with the facts i now relate
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
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16 Comments
Coded Care
She spoke of me, yes again just one more time
Within a coded message she let me know that I was on her mind
But Boo is no liar, she's not going out like that
She only rolls with one at a time and that's a fact
But we didn't separate on those types of terms
You know the kind where the mind is confused and the heart burns
We agreed that there was just to much friction exposed there
I'm getting all excited and erotic as the wind blows through your hair
She said in her poem that she was just checking up on me
She noticed that my posting...
Within a coded message she let me know that I was on her mind
But Boo is no liar, she's not going out like that
She only rolls with one at a time and that's a fact
But we didn't separate on those types of terms
You know the kind where the mind is confused and the heart burns
We agreed that there was just to much friction exposed there
I'm getting all excited and erotic as the wind blows through your hair
She said in her poem that she was just checking up on me
She noticed that my posting...
#love
#funny
#WritersBlock
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Coded Care
She spoke of me, yes again just one more time
Within a coded message she let me know that I was on her mind
But Boo is no liar, she's not going out like that
She only rolls with one at a time and that's a fact
But we didn't separate on those types of terms
You know the kind where the mind is confused and the heart burns
We agreed that there was just to much friction exposed there
I'm getting all excited and erotic as the wind blows through your hair
She said in her poem that she was just checking up on me
She noticed that my posting...
Within a coded message she let me know that I was on her mind
But Boo is no liar, she's not going out like that
She only rolls with one at a time and that's a fact
But we didn't separate on those types of terms
You know the kind where the mind is confused and the heart burns
We agreed that there was just to much friction exposed there
I'm getting all excited and erotic as the wind blows through your hair
She said in her poem that she was just checking up on me
She noticed that my posting...
#love
#funny
#WritersBlock
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0 Comments
Coded Care
She spoke of me, yes again just one more time
Within a coded message she let me know that I was on her mind
But Boo is no liar, she's not going out like that
She only rolls with one at a time and that's a fact
But we didn't separate on those types of terms
You know the kind where the mind is confused and the heart burns
We agreed that there was just to much friction exposed there
I'm getting all excited and erotic as the wind blows through your hair
She said in her poem that she was just checking up on me
She noticed that my posting...
Within a coded message she let me know that I was on her mind
But Boo is no liar, she's not going out like that
She only rolls with one at a time and that's a fact
But we didn't separate on those types of terms
You know the kind where the mind is confused and the heart burns
We agreed that there was just to much friction exposed there
I'm getting all excited and erotic as the wind blows through your hair
She said in her poem that she was just checking up on me
She noticed that my posting...
#love
#funny
#WritersBlock
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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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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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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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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
94 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
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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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DU Poetry : Poems About Writers Block Published by Members Recently Online