Poems About Writers Block by Top Critiquers
#WritersBlock
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
25th Apr 2024 1:39am
25th Apr 2024 1:39am
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
154 reads
8 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 00:20am
28th Oct 2024 00:20am
the reviewer says
in his notebooks were discovered
his thoughts upon those who would study them
after he was dead,
and I know how it looks,
but the writer always wants to be read ..
his thoughts upon those who would study them
after he was dead,
and I know how it looks,
but the writer always wants to be read ..
#WritersBlock
53 reads
0 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
10th May 2024 2:26am
10th May 2024 2:26am
Writing Poetry
I sit completely naked,
and this usually occurs
in the dead of night.
I turn off the lights,
and with the illumination of the candle,
I think I can handle
feeding the starving creativity
that needs to ingest letters
so it can regurgitate words,
preferably those not often heard.
Warding off writer’s block or not,
I gawk at the blank page.
Rage nestles next to my reasoning.
I try seasoning the letters
and stir the pot; it is naught.
I do not know where to begin.
My patience is running thin, ...
and this usually occurs
in the dead of night.
I turn off the lights,
and with the illumination of the candle,
I think I can handle
feeding the starving creativity
that needs to ingest letters
so it can regurgitate words,
preferably those not often heard.
Warding off writer’s block or not,
I gawk at the blank page.
Rage nestles next to my reasoning.
I try seasoning the letters
and stir the pot; it is naught.
I do not know where to begin.
My patience is running thin, ...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock
42 reads
27 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 7:36pm
3rd Nov 2024 7:36pm
Into Verse
The caret flashing on the screen
echoed my pulse.
My thoughts clamored in frenzy,
refusing to turn into verse.
echoed my pulse.
My thoughts clamored in frenzy,
refusing to turn into verse.
#WritersBlock
71 reads
InDreamz
Poem Published
9th Apr 2022 2:24pm
9th Apr 2022 2:24pm
Long winter
My mind has frozen
#WritersBlock
#minimalist
598 reads
9 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
794 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 00:18am
23rd Nov 2024 00:18am
Another Day, Another Scribble
Sometimes I sit here,
staring at the blank page,
wondering what to write about
what’s rattling around in my head.
Is it something profound,
or am I just taking the piss again?
Sometimes I think I’m winding people up,
other times, I’m genuinely trying to say something.
I write when I’m happy.
I write when I’m sad.
I write when the world looks beautiful
and when it looks like the bottom of a bin,
Even if it might smell a bit crappy,
Sometimes it’s rage pouring out,
sometimes it’s a laugh at my own expense.
I never...
staring at the blank page,
wondering what to write about
what’s rattling around in my head.
Is it something profound,
or am I just taking the piss again?
Sometimes I think I’m winding people up,
other times, I’m genuinely trying to say something.
I write when I’m happy.
I write when I’m sad.
I write when the world looks beautiful
and when it looks like the bottom of a bin,
Even if it might smell a bit crappy,
Sometimes it’s rage pouring out,
sometimes it’s a laugh at my own expense.
I never...
#dark
#funny
#honesty
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
89 reads
0 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
97 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 11:14pm
18th Feb 2019 11:14pm
Writer's Block
I've rested beneath the soil,
hidden from the pen.
A cold blanket of writer’s block immures me.
A new day dawns; its rays paint my shallow grave with light.
My waking head tilts;
hands parting the walls of this prison.
hidden from the pen.
A cold blanket of writer’s block immures me.
A new day dawns; its rays paint my shallow grave with light.
My waking head tilts;
hands parting the walls of this prison.
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
522 reads
2 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
78 reads
8 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2022 5:18pm
23rd Jul 2022 5:18pm
A Second Best Bed
inspired by the historical facts that William Shakespeare stopped writing in the last years of his life and left in his will his “second best bed” to his wife, Anne Hathaway
The lingo of the self
grown out
and expanding,
and pushing past
the peanut smell
and piss,
the globe of London
in some year
as yet unremarked upon;
the lingo turned to language
and made us.
And yet in its last years its god
retreated from the firmament,
sat up in a Tudor bed
and reading Ovid to itself.
...
The lingo of the self
grown out
and expanding,
and pushing past
the peanut smell
and piss,
the globe of London
in some year
as yet unremarked upon;
the lingo turned to language
and made us.
And yet in its last years its god
retreated from the firmament,
sat up in a Tudor bed
and reading Ovid to itself.
...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
347 reads
3 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
15th Apr 2021 8:44pm
15th Apr 2021 8:44pm
fingerprint on the edge of the sky
Spaces between rain drops are the blood
Trenched in veins between body & Holy Ghost.
Somewhere inside,
Compass spins heavy o’er the heart.
Navigate imagination by stars, scars,
Suburban semaphore & the comfort of strangers:
Fountains bursting up towards Heaven
Falling as fragments of Dead Sea scroll.
The brain is conversation
In the ruins of elegiac language.
Sinking silence of the gnawed night
Visions afar, broken teeth of river mouth
Taste the thirst of dying mother-tongue.
Echoes of anfarwoli* drown the...
Trenched in veins between body & Holy Ghost.
Somewhere inside,
Compass spins heavy o’er the heart.
Navigate imagination by stars, scars,
Suburban semaphore & the comfort of strangers:
Fountains bursting up towards Heaven
Falling as fragments of Dead Sea scroll.
The brain is conversation
In the ruins of elegiac language.
Sinking silence of the gnawed night
Visions afar, broken teeth of river mouth
Taste the thirst of dying mother-tongue.
Echoes of anfarwoli* drown the...
#love
#universe
#nature #WritersBlock
#nature #WritersBlock
337 reads
3 Comments
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