Poems About Writers Block Published by Members Recently Online
#WritersBlock
Writer's Block
I've rested beneath the soil,
hidden from the pen.
A cold blanket of writer’s block immures me.
A new day dawns; its rays paint my shallow grave with light.
My waking head tilts;
hands parting the walls of this prison.
hidden from the pen.
A cold blanket of writer’s block immures me.
A new day dawns; its rays paint my shallow grave with light.
My waking head tilts;
hands parting the walls of this prison.
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Writer's Block
I've rested beneath the soil,
hidden from the pen.
A cold blanket of writer’s block immures me.
A new day dawns; its rays paint my shallow grave with light.
My waking head tilts;
hands parting the walls of this prison.
hidden from the pen.
A cold blanket of writer’s block immures me.
A new day dawns; its rays paint my shallow grave with light.
My waking head tilts;
hands parting the walls of this prison.
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
557 reads
2 Comments
Writer's Block
I've rested beneath the soil,
hidden from the pen.
A cold blanket of writer’s block immures me.
A new day dawns; its rays paint my shallow grave with light.
My waking head tilts;
hands parting the walls of this prison.
hidden from the pen.
A cold blanket of writer’s block immures me.
A new day dawns; its rays paint my shallow grave with light.
My waking head tilts;
hands parting the walls of this prison.
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
557 reads
2 Comments
Sausage Rolls ( off the tongue)
Incognito rather hilarious word
for something so inconspicuous
Like an overt thief
he's so covert
for something so inconspicuous
Like an overt thief
he's so covert
#WritersBlock
#PowerOfWords
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3 Comments
Sausage Rolls ( off the tongue)
Incognito rather hilarious word
for something so inconspicuous
Like an overt thief
he's so covert
for something so inconspicuous
Like an overt thief
he's so covert
#WritersBlock
#PowerOfWords
523 reads
3 Comments
Hell
Fire and brimstone. Demons and devils. This is what most would imagine hell as.
But hell isn’t below but above.
It surrounds us daily to cloud our minds.
It eclipses the good within, to bring the hate and envy to the surface of our existence.
It influences our lives and have us accepting false idols as truth tellers
It turns boys into men and girls to women before their time.
It corrupts the innocent and turn them to crime just to survive.
This hell is on the surface and it never rest. It makes the weak feel strong with the pull of a...
But hell isn’t below but above.
It surrounds us daily to cloud our minds.
It eclipses the good within, to bring the hate and envy to the surface of our existence.
It influences our lives and have us accepting false idols as truth tellers
It turns boys into men and girls to women before their time.
It corrupts the innocent and turn them to crime just to survive.
This hell is on the surface and it never rest. It makes the weak feel strong with the pull of a...
#earth
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Hell
Fire and brimstone. Demons and devils. This is what most would imagine hell as.
But hell isn’t below but above.
It surrounds us daily to cloud our minds.
It eclipses the good within, to bring the hate and envy to the surface of our existence.
It influences our lives and have us accepting false idols as truth tellers
It turns boys into men and girls to women before their time.
It corrupts the innocent and turn them to crime just to survive.
This hell is on the surface and it never rest. It makes the weak feel strong with the pull of a...
But hell isn’t below but above.
It surrounds us daily to cloud our minds.
It eclipses the good within, to bring the hate and envy to the surface of our existence.
It influences our lives and have us accepting false idols as truth tellers
It turns boys into men and girls to women before their time.
It corrupts the innocent and turn them to crime just to survive.
This hell is on the surface and it never rest. It makes the weak feel strong with the pull of a...
#earth
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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0 Comments
Hell
Fire and brimstone. Demons and devils. This is what most would imagine hell as.
But hell isn’t below but above.
It surrounds us daily to cloud our minds.
It eclipses the good within, to bring the hate and envy to the surface of our existence.
It influences our lives and have us accepting false idols as truth tellers
It turns boys into men and girls to women before their time.
It corrupts the innocent and turn them to crime just to survive.
This hell is on the surface and it never rest. It makes the weak feel strong with the pull of a...
But hell isn’t below but above.
It surrounds us daily to cloud our minds.
It eclipses the good within, to bring the hate and envy to the surface of our existence.
It influences our lives and have us accepting false idols as truth tellers
It turns boys into men and girls to women before their time.
It corrupts the innocent and turn them to crime just to survive.
This hell is on the surface and it never rest. It makes the weak feel strong with the pull of a...
#earth
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Oh.
My touch is gone
It will likely come back
But for now until dawn
My writing skill cracks
I'm trying to make something to prove I am here
To remind all of my presence
To ensure that it's clear
To enslave my essence
For everyone to hear
I'm going on now
To prove that I can
But the only word I can think of that rhymes is cow
This feels like something a child would write
No verse, no structure, it's so late at night
My artistic hand has flourished and grown
But all at the cost of my "brilliant"...
It will likely come back
But for now until dawn
My writing skill cracks
I'm trying to make something to prove I am here
To remind all of my presence
To ensure that it's clear
To enslave my essence
For everyone to hear
I'm going on now
To prove that I can
But the only word I can think of that rhymes is cow
This feels like something a child would write
No verse, no structure, it's so late at night
My artistic hand has flourished and grown
But all at the cost of my "brilliant"...
#WritersBlock
#art
#disappointment
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3 Comments
Oh.
My touch is gone
It will likely come back
But for now until dawn
My writing skill cracks
I'm trying to make something to prove I am here
To remind all of my presence
To ensure that it's clear
To enslave my essence
For everyone to hear
I'm going on now
To prove that I can
But the only word I can think of that rhymes is cow
This feels like something a child would write
No verse, no structure, it's so late at night
My artistic hand has flourished and grown
But all at the cost of my "brilliant"...
It will likely come back
But for now until dawn
My writing skill cracks
I'm trying to make something to prove I am here
To remind all of my presence
To ensure that it's clear
To enslave my essence
For everyone to hear
I'm going on now
To prove that I can
But the only word I can think of that rhymes is cow
This feels like something a child would write
No verse, no structure, it's so late at night
My artistic hand has flourished and grown
But all at the cost of my "brilliant"...
#WritersBlock
#art
#disappointment
478 reads
3 Comments
Oh.
My touch is gone
It will likely come back
But for now until dawn
My writing skill cracks
I'm trying to make something to prove I am here
To remind all of my presence
To ensure that it's clear
To enslave my essence
For everyone to hear
I'm going on now
To prove that I can
But the only word I can think of that rhymes is cow
This feels like something a child would write
No verse, no structure, it's so late at night
My artistic hand has flourished and grown
But all at the cost of my "brilliant"...
It will likely come back
But for now until dawn
My writing skill cracks
I'm trying to make something to prove I am here
To remind all of my presence
To ensure that it's clear
To enslave my essence
For everyone to hear
I'm going on now
To prove that I can
But the only word I can think of that rhymes is cow
This feels like something a child would write
No verse, no structure, it's so late at night
My artistic hand has flourished and grown
But all at the cost of my "brilliant"...
#WritersBlock
#art
#disappointment
478 reads
3 Comments
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
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DU Poetry : Poems About Writers Block Published by Members Recently Online