Poems About Writers Block Published by Members Recently Online
#WritersBlock
Tracey_Leigh
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 3:21am
14th Jan 2019 3:21am
Bravo~
There it was the dead air she was waiting for
the time in between lies and bullshit.
Love in layers like the onion and all that boils
down to is burning stench.
Can’t blame the dream though
since reality holds its own truth.
Light up, take a drag
Fill your glass to the rim
Spill the false bravado to page
And there; is where the painful laughter ends.
the time in between lies and bullshit.
Love in layers like the onion and all that boils
down to is burning stench.
Can’t blame the dream though
since reality holds its own truth.
Light up, take a drag
Fill your glass to the rim
Spill the false bravado to page
And there; is where the painful laughter ends.
#anger
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter #hypocrisy
#LifeAsAWriter #hypocrisy
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Tracey_Leigh
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 3:21am
14th Jan 2019 3:21am
Bravo~
There it was the dead air she was waiting for
the time in between lies and bullshit.
Love in layers like the onion and all that boils
down to is burning stench.
Can’t blame the dream though
since reality holds its own truth.
Light up, take a drag
Fill your glass to the rim
Spill the false bravado to page
And there; is where the painful laughter ends.
the time in between lies and bullshit.
Love in layers like the onion and all that boils
down to is burning stench.
Can’t blame the dream though
since reality holds its own truth.
Light up, take a drag
Fill your glass to the rim
Spill the false bravado to page
And there; is where the painful laughter ends.
#anger
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter #hypocrisy
#LifeAsAWriter #hypocrisy
441 reads
5 Comments
Tracey_Leigh
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 3:21am
14th Jan 2019 3:21am
Bravo~
There it was the dead air she was waiting for
the time in between lies and bullshit.
Love in layers like the onion and all that boils
down to is burning stench.
Can’t blame the dream though
since reality holds its own truth.
Light up, take a drag
Fill your glass to the rim
Spill the false bravado to page
And there; is where the painful laughter ends.
the time in between lies and bullshit.
Love in layers like the onion and all that boils
down to is burning stench.
Can’t blame the dream though
since reality holds its own truth.
Light up, take a drag
Fill your glass to the rim
Spill the false bravado to page
And there; is where the painful laughter ends.
#anger
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter #hypocrisy
#LifeAsAWriter #hypocrisy
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5 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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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
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0 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
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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
455 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
455 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
455 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
455 reads
5 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 3:39am
2nd Apr 2024 3:39am
Writing About Writer’s Block
Whenever I’ve felt uninspired
Or felt the lack of flame and fire on the top of my pen
I write about the frustration wired
Even when it feels like I’ve hit a dead-end
But when the vexation opens up a gate
A torrent of words feels like a flood of blood and ink
Then I think it cannot be contained
Even if the syntax sucks and stinks
It puts things into perspective
Writing about writer’s block is an oxymoron at best
When the page is filled with raw emotion
I feel like I fulfilled a little conquest
Or felt the lack of flame and fire on the top of my pen
I write about the frustration wired
Even when it feels like I’ve hit a dead-end
But when the vexation opens up a gate
A torrent of words feels like a flood of blood and ink
Then I think it cannot be contained
Even if the syntax sucks and stinks
It puts things into perspective
Writing about writer’s block is an oxymoron at best
When the page is filled with raw emotion
I feel like I fulfilled a little conquest
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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