Poems About Writers Block Published by Members Recently Online
#WritersBlock
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
15th Apr 2021 8:44pm
15th Apr 2021 8:44pm
fingerprint on the edge of the sky
Spaces between rain drops are the blood
Trenched in veins between body & Holy Ghost.
Somewhere inside,
Compass spins heavy o’er the heart.
Navigate imagination by stars, scars,
Suburban semaphore & the comfort of strangers:
Fountains bursting up towards Heaven
Falling as fragments of Dead Sea scroll.
The brain is conversation
In the ruins of elegiac language.
Sinking silence of the gnawed night
Visions afar, broken teeth of river mouth
Taste the thirst of dying mother-tongue.
Echoes of anfarwoli* drown the...
Trenched in veins between body & Holy Ghost.
Somewhere inside,
Compass spins heavy o’er the heart.
Navigate imagination by stars, scars,
Suburban semaphore & the comfort of strangers:
Fountains bursting up towards Heaven
Falling as fragments of Dead Sea scroll.
The brain is conversation
In the ruins of elegiac language.
Sinking silence of the gnawed night
Visions afar, broken teeth of river mouth
Taste the thirst of dying mother-tongue.
Echoes of anfarwoli* drown the...
#love
#universe
#nature #WritersBlock
#nature #WritersBlock
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3 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
15th Apr 2021 8:44pm
15th Apr 2021 8:44pm
fingerprint on the edge of the sky
Spaces between rain drops are the blood
Trenched in veins between body & Holy Ghost.
Somewhere inside,
Compass spins heavy o’er the heart.
Navigate imagination by stars, scars,
Suburban semaphore & the comfort of strangers:
Fountains bursting up towards Heaven
Falling as fragments of Dead Sea scroll.
The brain is conversation
In the ruins of elegiac language.
Sinking silence of the gnawed night
Visions afar, broken teeth of river mouth
Taste the thirst of dying mother-tongue.
Echoes of anfarwoli* drown the...
Trenched in veins between body & Holy Ghost.
Somewhere inside,
Compass spins heavy o’er the heart.
Navigate imagination by stars, scars,
Suburban semaphore & the comfort of strangers:
Fountains bursting up towards Heaven
Falling as fragments of Dead Sea scroll.
The brain is conversation
In the ruins of elegiac language.
Sinking silence of the gnawed night
Visions afar, broken teeth of river mouth
Taste the thirst of dying mother-tongue.
Echoes of anfarwoli* drown the...
#love
#universe
#nature #WritersBlock
#nature #WritersBlock
332 reads
3 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
15th Apr 2021 8:44pm
15th Apr 2021 8:44pm
fingerprint on the edge of the sky
Spaces between rain drops are the blood
Trenched in veins between body & Holy Ghost.
Somewhere inside,
Compass spins heavy o’er the heart.
Navigate imagination by stars, scars,
Suburban semaphore & the comfort of strangers:
Fountains bursting up towards Heaven
Falling as fragments of Dead Sea scroll.
The brain is conversation
In the ruins of elegiac language.
Sinking silence of the gnawed night
Visions afar, broken teeth of river mouth
Taste the thirst of dying mother-tongue.
Echoes of anfarwoli* drown the...
Trenched in veins between body & Holy Ghost.
Somewhere inside,
Compass spins heavy o’er the heart.
Navigate imagination by stars, scars,
Suburban semaphore & the comfort of strangers:
Fountains bursting up towards Heaven
Falling as fragments of Dead Sea scroll.
The brain is conversation
In the ruins of elegiac language.
Sinking silence of the gnawed night
Visions afar, broken teeth of river mouth
Taste the thirst of dying mother-tongue.
Echoes of anfarwoli* drown the...
#love
#universe
#nature #WritersBlock
#nature #WritersBlock
332 reads
3 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
15th Apr 2021 8:44pm
15th Apr 2021 8:44pm
fingerprint on the edge of the sky
Spaces between rain drops are the blood
Trenched in veins between body & Holy Ghost.
Somewhere inside,
Compass spins heavy o’er the heart.
Navigate imagination by stars, scars,
Suburban semaphore & the comfort of strangers:
Fountains bursting up towards Heaven
Falling as fragments of Dead Sea scroll.
The brain is conversation
In the ruins of elegiac language.
Sinking silence of the gnawed night
Visions afar, broken teeth of river mouth
Taste the thirst of dying mother-tongue.
Echoes of anfarwoli* drown the...
Trenched in veins between body & Holy Ghost.
Somewhere inside,
Compass spins heavy o’er the heart.
Navigate imagination by stars, scars,
Suburban semaphore & the comfort of strangers:
Fountains bursting up towards Heaven
Falling as fragments of Dead Sea scroll.
The brain is conversation
In the ruins of elegiac language.
Sinking silence of the gnawed night
Visions afar, broken teeth of river mouth
Taste the thirst of dying mother-tongue.
Echoes of anfarwoli* drown the...
#love
#universe
#nature #WritersBlock
#nature #WritersBlock
332 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 00:20am
28th Oct 2024 00:20am
the reviewer says
in his notebooks were discovered
his thoughts upon those who would study them
after he was dead,
and I know how it looks,
but the writer always wants to be read ..
his thoughts upon those who would study them
after he was dead,
and I know how it looks,
but the writer always wants to be read ..
#WritersBlock
53 reads
0 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 10:04am
26th Nov 2021 10:04am
The Ink Well
The Ink well has dried up
My words have turned to dust
There's no one to talk to
Not a single soul I trust
Go on and try to defeat me
You won't be the first
I'm bound and determined
To quench this parched thirst
You can try but you can't win
I've been to hell and back again
Go ahead with all of your might
To dim this candle burning bright
My words have turned to dust
There's no one to talk to
Not a single soul I trust
Go on and try to defeat me
You won't be the first
I'm bound and determined
To quench this parched thirst
You can try but you can't win
I've been to hell and back again
Go ahead with all of your might
To dim this candle burning bright
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
458 reads
6 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 10:04am
26th Nov 2021 10:04am
The Ink Well
The Ink well has dried up
My words have turned to dust
There's no one to talk to
Not a single soul I trust
Go on and try to defeat me
You won't be the first
I'm bound and determined
To quench this parched thirst
You can try but you can't win
I've been to hell and back again
Go ahead with all of your might
To dim this candle burning bright
My words have turned to dust
There's no one to talk to
Not a single soul I trust
Go on and try to defeat me
You won't be the first
I'm bound and determined
To quench this parched thirst
You can try but you can't win
I've been to hell and back again
Go ahead with all of your might
To dim this candle burning bright
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
458 reads
6 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
Pockets full of posies
Ashes to Ashes
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read through my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read through my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
#drugs
#WritersBlock
#addiction
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#NewYear
442 reads
5 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
Pockets full of posies
Ashes to Ashes
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read through my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read through my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
#drugs
#WritersBlock
#addiction
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#NewYear
442 reads
5 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
Pockets full of posies
Ashes to Ashes
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read through my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read through my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
#drugs
#WritersBlock
#addiction
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#NewYear
442 reads
5 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
Pockets full of posies
Ashes to Ashes
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read through my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read through my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
#drugs
#WritersBlock
#addiction
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#NewYear
442 reads
5 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
Pockets full of posies
Ashes to Ashes
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read through my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read through my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
#drugs
#WritersBlock
#addiction
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#NewYear
442 reads
5 Comments
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