Poems About Writers Block Published by Members Recently Online
#WritersBlock
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
29th Jan 2019 7:27am
29th Jan 2019 7:27am
Free Flowing
I feel that I've forgotten how to write poetry
My mind is full of useless social media quips
And the idle chatter of mundane jobs
That I keep up with to stay alive.
My thoughts are flocks of ravens
Gathered round to pick the flesh from my bones.
I see myself ragged and broken
A thousand times over.
Each in a new, most exciting,
And yet so familiar way to die.
The feeling of my heart sinking
Has become part of a mournful song
That flutters to rise like morning birds
In the summer of my life
And...
My mind is full of useless social media quips
And the idle chatter of mundane jobs
That I keep up with to stay alive.
My thoughts are flocks of ravens
Gathered round to pick the flesh from my bones.
I see myself ragged and broken
A thousand times over.
Each in a new, most exciting,
And yet so familiar way to die.
The feeling of my heart sinking
Has become part of a mournful song
That flutters to rise like morning birds
In the summer of my life
And...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#WritersBlock
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
532 reads
1 Comment
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
29th Jan 2019 7:27am
29th Jan 2019 7:27am
Free Flowing
I feel that I've forgotten how to write poetry
My mind is full of useless social media quips
And the idle chatter of mundane jobs
That I keep up with to stay alive.
My thoughts are flocks of ravens
Gathered round to pick the flesh from my bones.
I see myself ragged and broken
A thousand times over.
Each in a new, most exciting,
And yet so familiar way to die.
The feeling of my heart sinking
Has become part of a mournful song
That flutters to rise like morning birds
In the summer of my life
And...
My mind is full of useless social media quips
And the idle chatter of mundane jobs
That I keep up with to stay alive.
My thoughts are flocks of ravens
Gathered round to pick the flesh from my bones.
I see myself ragged and broken
A thousand times over.
Each in a new, most exciting,
And yet so familiar way to die.
The feeling of my heart sinking
Has become part of a mournful song
That flutters to rise like morning birds
In the summer of my life
And...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#WritersBlock
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
532 reads
1 Comment
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
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
210 reads
14 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
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
210 reads
14 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
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
210 reads
14 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
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
210 reads
14 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
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
210 reads
14 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 1:01am
21st Jun 2022 1:01am
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
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 1:01am
21st Jun 2022 1:01am
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
422 reads
0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 1:01am
21st Jun 2022 1:01am
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
422 reads
0 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
24th Nov 2023 7:43am
24th Nov 2023 7:43am
goodbye
You
won't
be able
to take the
whole house with you,
so take a few toys
and the color
of the walls with you...
will anyone
look at you fondly or not?
I don't know,
so take the rainbow
of my eyes with you...
I won't say
goodbye to you
I will see your white aura
from the wet window...
You were
always standing
silently in the dark evenings
so take some naughty waves
of the ocean with you...
You won't be able
to stay in the
same...
won't
be able
to take the
whole house with you,
so take a few toys
and the color
of the walls with you...
will anyone
look at you fondly or not?
I don't know,
so take the rainbow
of my eyes with you...
I won't say
goodbye to you
I will see your white aura
from the wet window...
You were
always standing
silently in the dark evenings
so take some naughty waves
of the ocean with you...
You won't be able
to stay in the
same...
#kindness
#WritersBlock
241 reads
22 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
24th Nov 2023 7:43am
24th Nov 2023 7:43am
goodbye
You
won't
be able
to take the
whole house with you,
so take a few toys
and the color
of the walls with you...
will anyone
look at you fondly or not?
I don't know,
so take the rainbow
of my eyes with you...
I won't say
goodbye to you
I will see your white aura
from the wet window...
You were
always standing
silently in the dark evenings
so take some naughty waves
of the ocean with you...
You won't be able
to stay in the
same...
won't
be able
to take the
whole house with you,
so take a few toys
and the color
of the walls with you...
will anyone
look at you fondly or not?
I don't know,
so take the rainbow
of my eyes with you...
I won't say
goodbye to you
I will see your white aura
from the wet window...
You were
always standing
silently in the dark evenings
so take some naughty waves
of the ocean with you...
You won't be able
to stay in the
same...
#kindness
#WritersBlock
241 reads
22 Comments
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