Poems About Writers Block by Top Critiquers
#WritersBlock
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
24th Nov 2023 7:43am
24th Nov 2023 7:43am
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
285 reads
22 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
1st Dec 2023 2:11am
1st Dec 2023 2:11am
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
210 reads
6 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 4:00pm
2nd Sep 2024 4:00pm
A Langauge Of Emotion (Silent Plea)
words ~ please fail me not
they are truly ~ all i have
to express feelings
they are truly ~ all i have
to express feelings
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#senryu
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
127 reads
3 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
17th Aug 2023 00:42am
17th Aug 2023 00:42am
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
228 reads
6 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
31st Jan 2022 7:56pm
31st Jan 2022 7:56pm
silence
the silence over took my soul
capturing it and bringing it down
deep into the dread where I thought to never speak again
not a word uttered
just voiceless feelings
a tongue cut
lips whispered but no one heard,
the quiet screams of the depressed
I keen within feeling bound
my thoughts fought to be heard
in my solemn pain I wept
my mind the path to the light
the electrical pulses collided
first one idea and then the other found unworthy
until finally they rise
my dreams became...
capturing it and bringing it down
deep into the dread where I thought to never speak again
not a word uttered
just voiceless feelings
a tongue cut
lips whispered but no one heard,
the quiet screams of the depressed
I keen within feeling bound
my thoughts fought to be heard
in my solemn pain I wept
my mind the path to the light
the electrical pulses collided
first one idea and then the other found unworthy
until finally they rise
my dreams became...
#depression
#dark
#WritersBlock
403 reads
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
455 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 8:35pm
25th Feb 2025 8:35pm
Shattered Visions
Oh the Innocence
That laugh, that wild howling in the throat of the child,
Unseen fingers scramble for the last thread of light
Here, the angels are naked,
no wings to catch their fall.
The river splits,
splashes,
and chaos is born
from the lips of the unholy, the pure.
There be our Divinity
slips beneath the skin like rust on gold—
a fractured god,
broken in pieces,
spilled across the morning,
the moon forgets its name.
Prophecies?
Laughing in the dust,
twisted and torn,
a...
That laugh, that wild howling in the throat of the child,
Unseen fingers scramble for the last thread of light
Here, the angels are naked,
no wings to catch their fall.
The river splits,
splashes,
and chaos is born
from the lips of the unholy, the pure.
There be our Divinity
slips beneath the skin like rust on gold—
a fractured god,
broken in pieces,
spilled across the morning,
the moon forgets its name.
Prophecies?
Laughing in the dust,
twisted and torn,
a...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
64 reads
0 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
25th Apr 2024 3:04pm
25th Apr 2024 3:04pm
Must be an Arizona (DRY) Heat
25/30
Must be an Arizona (DRY) Heat
Ever wonder how many times
Poets, Lyricists……..Novelists
now even in our present day
of online technology – Bloggers
run into (at lightening speeds
of a lame, maimed tortoise)
this bucket of dried out seeds>
I know it’s within me
to spill anything and yet
my spit has become a wee bit
cotton-mouthy, thick
with no muse in my backdrop
to hydrate
maybe it’s time to consume
a shot of bourbon
or 2
63 unique words
Must be an Arizona (DRY) Heat
Ever wonder how many times
Poets, Lyricists……..Novelists
now even in our present day
of online technology – Bloggers
run into (at lightening speeds
of a lame, maimed tortoise)
this bucket of dried out seeds>
I know it’s within me
to spill anything and yet
my spit has become a wee bit
cotton-mouthy, thick
with no muse in my backdrop
to hydrate
maybe it’s time to consume
a shot of bourbon
or 2
63 unique words
#NaPoWriMo2024
#WritersBlock
167 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2017 9:21pm
22nd Nov 2017 9:21pm
Orgasmic Capitulation
Orgasmic Capitulation
Hannah opens, “Well you’ve got us both here. Lucky you.”
I reply, “I’m sorry for not following through on the jobs you got for me.”
Hannah explains “It hurts our reputation. When we get you hooked with an employer and you back out the business won’t work with us for other clients.”
Anita instructs, “She’s right John. If you want us to work with you, you have to follow through.”
Hannah accuses, “John is this a game for you? Are you enjoying the company of two beautiful women?” ...
Hannah opens, “Well you’ve got us both here. Lucky you.”
I reply, “I’m sorry for not following through on the jobs you got for me.”
Hannah explains “It hurts our reputation. When we get you hooked with an employer and you back out the business won’t work with us for other clients.”
Anita instructs, “She’s right John. If you want us to work with you, you have to follow through.”
Hannah accuses, “John is this a game for you? Are you enjoying the company of two beautiful women?” ...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
831 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 8:02am
28th Dec 2024 8:02am
I Wrote Too Much
I wrote too much
Déjà vu
I spilled these words before
pointed out the facts
just for them to be ignored
collabed a few times
some friends became enemies
and some friends
became friends with enemies
and they wonder why
I have trust issues
speaking of which
I spoke about this before
oh goo goo girl
where did you go?
that was so many years ago
not that the story didn’t repeat
over and over
different girl same drama
yeah too much wasted time
if I had half a mind
I would of given it up ...
Déjà vu
I spilled these words before
pointed out the facts
just for them to be ignored
collabed a few times
some friends became enemies
and some friends
became friends with enemies
and they wonder why
I have trust issues
speaking of which
I spoke about this before
oh goo goo girl
where did you go?
that was so many years ago
not that the story didn’t repeat
over and over
different girl same drama
yeah too much wasted time
if I had half a mind
I would of given it up ...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
170 reads
6 Comments
eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2019 3:57am
22nd Aug 2019 3:57am
Poetically Inspired Fantasy
#lust
#erotic
#dreams
#inspirational
#WritersBlock
520 reads
4 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 8:27pm
23rd Dec 2024 8:27pm
A writer's block
I have come to a point where I envy
a story teller
A short poem
I used to write
But my hands are dry
And I envy those who embrace the muse every day
And make love to her.
a story teller
A short poem
I used to write
But my hands are dry
And I envy those who embrace the muse every day
And make love to her.
#WritersBlock
102 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Writers Block by Top Critiquers
