Poems About Writers Block Published by Members Recently Online
#WritersBlock
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
416 reads
62 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
416 reads
62 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
416 reads
62 Comments
LunasChild8
Poem Published
13th Sep 2018 8:07pm
13th Sep 2018 8:07pm
Dawn on Ice
My writer’s block is like the dawn on ice
I can see streams of sunlight peeking through the darkness
Yet the words refuse to form
Will I ever see the light of day?
Will I ever write another poem?
This cannot be my end
The dawn on ice must thaw.
I can see streams of sunlight peeking through the darkness
Yet the words refuse to form
Will I ever see the light of day?
Will I ever write another poem?
This cannot be my end
The dawn on ice must thaw.
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
580 reads
17 Comments
LunasChild8
Poem Published
13th Sep 2018 8:07pm
13th Sep 2018 8:07pm
Dawn on Ice
My writer’s block is like the dawn on ice
I can see streams of sunlight peeking through the darkness
Yet the words refuse to form
Will I ever see the light of day?
Will I ever write another poem?
This cannot be my end
The dawn on ice must thaw.
I can see streams of sunlight peeking through the darkness
Yet the words refuse to form
Will I ever see the light of day?
Will I ever write another poem?
This cannot be my end
The dawn on ice must thaw.
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
580 reads
17 Comments
LunasChild8
Poem Published
13th Sep 2018 8:07pm
13th Sep 2018 8:07pm
Dawn on Ice
My writer’s block is like the dawn on ice
I can see streams of sunlight peeking through the darkness
Yet the words refuse to form
Will I ever see the light of day?
Will I ever write another poem?
This cannot be my end
The dawn on ice must thaw.
I can see streams of sunlight peeking through the darkness
Yet the words refuse to form
Will I ever see the light of day?
Will I ever write another poem?
This cannot be my end
The dawn on ice must thaw.
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
580 reads
17 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2022 5:18pm
23rd Jul 2022 5:18pm
A Second Best Bed
inspired by the historical facts that William Shakespeare stopped writing in the last years of his life and left in his will his “second best bed” to his wife, Anne Hathaway
The lingo of the self
grown out
and expanding,
and pushing past
the peanut smell
and piss,
the globe of London
in some year
as yet unremarked upon;
the lingo turned to language
and made us.
And yet in its last years its god
retreated from the firmament,
sat up in a Tudor bed
and reading Ovid to itself.
...
The lingo of the self
grown out
and expanding,
and pushing past
the peanut smell
and piss,
the globe of London
in some year
as yet unremarked upon;
the lingo turned to language
and made us.
And yet in its last years its god
retreated from the firmament,
sat up in a Tudor bed
and reading Ovid to itself.
...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
327 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2022 5:18pm
23rd Jul 2022 5:18pm
A Second Best Bed
inspired by the historical facts that William Shakespeare stopped writing in the last years of his life and left in his will his “second best bed” to his wife, Anne Hathaway
The lingo of the self
grown out
and expanding,
and pushing past
the peanut smell
and piss,
the globe of London
in some year
as yet unremarked upon;
the lingo turned to language
and made us.
And yet in its last years its god
retreated from the firmament,
sat up in a Tudor bed
and reading Ovid to itself.
...
The lingo of the self
grown out
and expanding,
and pushing past
the peanut smell
and piss,
the globe of London
in some year
as yet unremarked upon;
the lingo turned to language
and made us.
And yet in its last years its god
retreated from the firmament,
sat up in a Tudor bed
and reading Ovid to itself.
...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
327 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2022 5:18pm
23rd Jul 2022 5:18pm
A Second Best Bed
inspired by the historical facts that William Shakespeare stopped writing in the last years of his life and left in his will his “second best bed” to his wife, Anne Hathaway
The lingo of the self
grown out
and expanding,
and pushing past
the peanut smell
and piss,
the globe of London
in some year
as yet unremarked upon;
the lingo turned to language
and made us.
And yet in its last years its god
retreated from the firmament,
sat up in a Tudor bed
and reading Ovid to itself.
...
The lingo of the self
grown out
and expanding,
and pushing past
the peanut smell
and piss,
the globe of London
in some year
as yet unremarked upon;
the lingo turned to language
and made us.
And yet in its last years its god
retreated from the firmament,
sat up in a Tudor bed
and reading Ovid to itself.
...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
327 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2022 5:18pm
23rd Jul 2022 5:18pm
A Second Best Bed
inspired by the historical facts that William Shakespeare stopped writing in the last years of his life and left in his will his “second best bed” to his wife, Anne Hathaway
The lingo of the self
grown out
and expanding,
and pushing past
the peanut smell
and piss,
the globe of London
in some year
as yet unremarked upon;
the lingo turned to language
and made us.
And yet in its last years its god
retreated from the firmament,
sat up in a Tudor bed
and reading Ovid to itself.
...
The lingo of the self
grown out
and expanding,
and pushing past
the peanut smell
and piss,
the globe of London
in some year
as yet unremarked upon;
the lingo turned to language
and made us.
And yet in its last years its god
retreated from the firmament,
sat up in a Tudor bed
and reading Ovid to itself.
...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
327 reads
3 Comments
Alois_inwriting02
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 11:01pm
30th Apr 2024 11:01pm
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
260 reads
7 Comments
Alois_inwriting02
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 11:01pm
30th Apr 2024 11:01pm
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
260 reads
7 Comments
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