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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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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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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The Perfect Poem
Ah, the perfect poem.
Does it occur when you are sufficiently stoned?
Or when the agony begins to bloat?
Or when in cherry blood, joy floats?
Lies eloquently disguise truths.
Truth promenades as lies.
Poetic words speak to the roots that keep us alive.
Should it provoke intricate questions of the soul?
As landmines of resonance fill our holes.
Does it occur when you are sufficiently stoned?
Or when the agony begins to bloat?
Or when in cherry blood, joy floats?
Lies eloquently disguise truths.
Truth promenades as lies.
Poetic words speak to the roots that keep us alive.
Should it provoke intricate questions of the soul?
As landmines of resonance fill our holes.
#WritersBlock
#PowerOfWords
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6 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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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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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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deep breath & hit submit
it's been a minute
so forgive my stammering verse
it wasn't always like this
so complicated & distorted
there was a time I'd say I was doing alright
though not necessarily thriving
mostly getting by
taking the days as they'd come
meeting the challenges one by one
and then 2020 dawned
the whole world stopped
so much was lost
including my words
it's like exercising dormant muscles
only worse
I've changed
don't think I'll ever be the same
diagnoses, medications, adaptations
it's all been a lot ...
so forgive my stammering verse
it wasn't always like this
so complicated & distorted
there was a time I'd say I was doing alright
though not necessarily thriving
mostly getting by
taking the days as they'd come
meeting the challenges one by one
and then 2020 dawned
the whole world stopped
so much was lost
including my words
it's like exercising dormant muscles
only worse
I've changed
don't think I'll ever be the same
diagnoses, medications, adaptations
it's all been a lot ...
#anxiety
#depression
#confessional #WritersBlock
#confessional #WritersBlock
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Ode to Pessoa's Multiple Poems
Oh Pessoa, master of masks and souls,
who unfolds in multiple verses,
in each heteronym, a universe,
in each poem, a new being.
Alberto Caeiro, shepherd of the fields,
with simplicity and wisdom,
describes nature in its purity
and teaches us to see the world with clarity.
Ricardo Reis, serene epicurean,
with his odes of calm and resignation,
celebrates life with measure and reason
and invites us to live with moderation.
Álvaro de Campos, sensitive engineer,
with his eagerness and modernity, ...
who unfolds in multiple verses,
in each heteronym, a universe,
in each poem, a new being.
Alberto Caeiro, shepherd of the fields,
with simplicity and wisdom,
describes nature in its purity
and teaches us to see the world with clarity.
Ricardo Reis, serene epicurean,
with his odes of calm and resignation,
celebrates life with measure and reason
and invites us to live with moderation.
Álvaro de Campos, sensitive engineer,
with his eagerness and modernity, ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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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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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
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DU Poetry : Poems About Writers Block by Top Critiquers