Poems About Writers Block by Top Critiquers
#WritersBlock
The Sin I'm In
The words I’m about to spill on this page
Should shine and show some sure sage
Shortly there after you shall be amazed
At the time wasted, hasted and razed
But it’s pointless, worthless, and absurd
To read the feed hanging on to every word
It’s preposterous if you want my two cents
Yet here I am lacking the common sense
Sure it’s cheesy and maybe a little sleazy
But I’m certainly trying and it’s not easy
The lexicon is just a boring phenomenon
As the vernacular goes on and on and on
Hey I like to dabble in this...
Should shine and show some sure sage
Shortly there after you shall be amazed
At the time wasted, hasted and razed
But it’s pointless, worthless, and absurd
To read the feed hanging on to every word
It’s preposterous if you want my two cents
Yet here I am lacking the common sense
Sure it’s cheesy and maybe a little sleazy
But I’m certainly trying and it’s not easy
The lexicon is just a boring phenomenon
As the vernacular goes on and on and on
Hey I like to dabble in this...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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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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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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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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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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Dinner Blues
poems I write
reaching to be lofty and deep
pearls of wisdom
rolling out of alphabets
a satire maybe
a masterpiece
to be remembered
until distant time
a triumph a victory
a band on a parade
colourful display
but falling flat on second stanzas
the pain of it all
cutting sticks without knives
dull colours on faded canvas
my pen grew still
I faded back to grey
looking forward to the dinner tray
I hoped its wagyu beef steak today
another pipe dream, they say
they...
reaching to be lofty and deep
pearls of wisdom
rolling out of alphabets
a satire maybe
a masterpiece
to be remembered
until distant time
a triumph a victory
a band on a parade
colourful display
but falling flat on second stanzas
the pain of it all
cutting sticks without knives
dull colours on faded canvas
my pen grew still
I faded back to grey
looking forward to the dinner tray
I hoped its wagyu beef steak today
another pipe dream, they say
they...
#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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Transient Inspiration
It comes in waves,
this poetry that raves.
I jotted a piece of feeling
on a notepad for healing.
I prefer a pencil over a pen,
not for if I cry, for when.
So, when I blink,
the tears don't stain the ink.
this poetry that raves.
I jotted a piece of feeling
on a notepad for healing.
I prefer a pencil over a pen,
not for if I cry, for when.
So, when I blink,
the tears don't stain the ink.
#rhyming
#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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Nomad
Here I tread alone
As a nomadic poet
At a loss for words
As a nomadic poet
At a loss for words
#WritersBlock
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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
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DU Poetry : Poems About Writers Block by Top Critiquers