Poems About Writers Block by Top Critiquers
#WritersBlock
A not so wordy poem
Words can never cover
all the things i want to state
but may make some faint impression
with the facts i now relate
all the things i want to state
but may make some faint impression
with the facts i now relate
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
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Pete
dear Pete I'm writing you these lines cause I've been there before
stuck with a line and no more
sometimes I shoot down all of my ideas
as being insuffient my muse corrupt
no one wil relate to this better shut up
and I did for a very long time
my rhymes shattered my confindence gone
insidious need, I have to create
then a voice told me just write
no matter the subject matter
even if you think its kooky
then I found the ones I liked least
were the ones best recieved
they were the poems I bare my soul
honestyly...
stuck with a line and no more
sometimes I shoot down all of my ideas
as being insuffient my muse corrupt
no one wil relate to this better shut up
and I did for a very long time
my rhymes shattered my confindence gone
insidious need, I have to create
then a voice told me just write
no matter the subject matter
even if you think its kooky
then I found the ones I liked least
were the ones best recieved
they were the poems I bare my soul
honestyly...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#WritersBlock
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4 Comments
What is This
When fingertips hover over the keys
Or twirl the barrel of the pen
Trying to force the expression
A frustration sets in
Even though the emotion lingers
The words are stuck at the dam
Suddenly
Like a gentle breeze coming through the door
A thought crosses the mind
A key word
Like a tiny spark of invention that makes you ask
What is this?
It’s the muse
Awakened
Gentle hands on your shoulder
Whispering
58 Unique Word
74 Total
Or twirl the barrel of the pen
Trying to force the expression
A frustration sets in
Even though the emotion lingers
The words are stuck at the dam
Suddenly
Like a gentle breeze coming through the door
A thought crosses the mind
A key word
Like a tiny spark of invention that makes you ask
What is this?
It’s the muse
Awakened
Gentle hands on your shoulder
Whispering
58 Unique Word
74 Total
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
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2 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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62 Comments
Letters to a Young Poet(ess) I
August 29, 2018
Ahavati
Cherokee, North Carolina
Dearest Poppy,
I received your letter just yesterday. I must admit my heart sank when I became aware of your feelings. Especially in light of such a deep accompaniment of expression, obviously demonstrating great depth of emotion.
Perhaps such emotion is reaching up from the quagmire of doubt toward the rung of growth. While you may feel you're in a rut, the enclosed poem contradicts that thought with hard evidence to the contrary....
Ahavati
Cherokee, North Carolina
Dearest Poppy,
I received your letter just yesterday. I must admit my heart sank when I became aware of your feelings. Especially in light of such a deep accompaniment of expression, obviously demonstrating great depth of emotion.
Perhaps such emotion is reaching up from the quagmire of doubt toward the rung of growth. While you may feel you're in a rut, the enclosed poem contradicts that thought with hard evidence to the contrary....
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #RainerMariaRilke
#WritingPoetry #RainerMariaRilke
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5 Comments
Poetry Mojo
it's been over 5 years
that poetry left me
my muse died
i tried to write
closed my eyes
let words pass by
silence inside
no assonance
consonance
or alliteration
zero inspiration
so frustrating
on my laptop
lots of pieces
different topics
all over the place
shattered words
segmented verses
shadows of what was
where is my poetry mojo?
that poetry left me
my muse died
i tried to write
closed my eyes
let words pass by
silence inside
no assonance
consonance
or alliteration
zero inspiration
so frustrating
on my laptop
lots of pieces
different topics
all over the place
shattered words
segmented verses
shadows of what was
where is my poetry mojo?
#WritersBlock
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20 Comments
Nevertheless Haiku
In your verses deep
I find pieces of myself
Hearts entwined through ink
I find pieces of myself
Hearts entwined through ink
#haiku
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Manuscript Musings
Yesterday my mind was a blank.
I suffered a writer's dead calm.
But now thought waves begin to stir
and I think I know who to thank.
A stack of books served as a balm,
along with our pussycat's purr,
and some recent rain played a part.
This fresh ambience serves me well
and wards away melancholy.
I'll have no thoughts cruel or tart
nor a vainglorious head swell
serving to augment my folly.
Melancholy for the poet
is necessary I suppose,
but I like to keep it in check;
those streams of bad...
I suffered a writer's dead calm.
But now thought waves begin to stir
and I think I know who to thank.
A stack of books served as a balm,
along with our pussycat's purr,
and some recent rain played a part.
This fresh ambience serves me well
and wards away melancholy.
I'll have no thoughts cruel or tart
nor a vainglorious head swell
serving to augment my folly.
Melancholy for the poet
is necessary I suppose,
but I like to keep it in check;
those streams of bad...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
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2 Comments
Captive heart
I just can’t do it today.
Reached into the vault
where poetry should be –
Nothing.
After six days of fitting
"nicely"
into this ultra-conservative
highly reserved
octogenarian-paced life
I’ve had to stay buried
so very deep
I am nearly
unreachable.
Tomorrow, we head home.
And then…
I shall unleash
all my unseemly emotions
move my body freely
with inappropriate exuberance
utter long strings of
filthy cuss words
and unearth the truth
of the poet ...
Reached into the vault
where poetry should be –
Nothing.
After six days of fitting
"nicely"
into this ultra-conservative
highly reserved
octogenarian-paced life
I’ve had to stay buried
so very deep
I am nearly
unreachable.
Tomorrow, we head home.
And then…
I shall unleash
all my unseemly emotions
move my body freely
with inappropriate exuberance
utter long strings of
filthy cuss words
and unearth the truth
of the poet ...
#family
#NaPoWriMo2024
#travel #WritersBlock
#travel #WritersBlock
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8 Comments
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
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14 Comments
Long winter
My mind has frozen
#WritersBlock
#minimalist
661 reads
9 Comments
and perhaps I might just mention ..
when I was a child
I wrote on walls using chalk.
it’s still an option
I wrote on walls using chalk.
it’s still an option
#WritersBlock
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6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Writers Block by Top Critiquers