#block poems on Hello Poetry

probablyscripted Sep 2016

Just why in the world can't I write a poem?
Couple of words can pull this crap
But none of a piece seems to come out
Why? Just why can't I think of a term
This gets me frustrated as this rant goes on
And to think of it, this **** is already bad as it sounds
Truly peevish as the name suggests
Oh why did I let this **** happen?
It seems to me that the words already left
Somewhen I don't even remember
While I'm too busy making much of this trash.

#writers #block

Victoria Aug 2016

voice

maybe the reason i cannot write
is in having someone to confide in completely
i lost the need to put pen to paper
because everything has already been said

#love #writing #talk #block

AMcQ Aug 2016

-88-

"To write", she wrote.
She needed it more than ever;
The letters ordered on paper,
Falling neatly in a way that
Expelled and deciphered it all at once.
She longed for the **clarity;
For the void that would materialise
Once the mind was cleansed.
She struggled to grip
even a syllable of substance,
to fling down in a hail of ink.
There weren't words.
None.
No line of text alone could capture
this bombardment of her senses.
Only an act would suffice.
Yet, here and now,
She is without a stage.

Let. It. Out.

#feelings #fear #ink #pen #block #back #write #stuck #holding #page

Cerasium Aug 2016

Breaking the Silence

Words colliding
Splitting the wall
Breaking free the chains do fall

Echoes not the silence held past
For now the words
Do fill the last

#poet #life #mind #writers #block

Thomas P Owens Sr Jul 2016

Late Nights in Rodanthe

it is early morning at the beach
1:12 am to be exact
everyone else has gone beddy bye
and I can't sleep yet
because this is my time
where I live and breathe and think
without others doing the same and talking about it
all I can see through the sliding glass balcony door
is a liberty gas station across the street playing elevator
music at the pumps and selling insurance
that saves you 415 dollars a year
it's too cloudy to look for UFO's and the sherbert has all been eaten
so I decided to write something
I've reminded everyone what a nut case I am
hearing spirits and ripping politicians a new one
were pretty much my topics of conversation
I will say this...my sister's tacos were amazing
they over shop every year but **** they can cook

it's almost 1:30 and they will be rattling the breakfast dishes by 8
so I better get my crotchety old *** in bed
******* better get here early in the morning to fix
the **** washing machine
I only brought 3 pair of underwear

now
let me get started on this life changing poem
it is early morning at the beach...

okay...so it ain't Shakespeare...

#night #block #beach

Camellia-Japonica Jul 2016

The Dry Pen

The ink on my nib has run dry.
The cursor is flashing, giving me the evil eye.
Shakespeare, Longfellow and even Poe; know.
Know the loneliness of a dry pen.
At least they were spared the "tic,tic,tic" of the accursed cursor.
Mockingly it baits my thinking, sending me round the bend.
Poe had a Raven send him mad, I've got a cursor.

(In computer user interfaces, a cursor is an indicator used to show the current position for user interaction on a computer monitor or other display device that will respond to input from a text input or pointing device. The mouse cursor is also called a pointer, owing to its resemblance in usage to a pointing stick.)

The curse of the cursor.
That's what I have, not a dry pen, but an impatient line blinking.
Always blinking. Does it go to sleep?
It's the refrigerator light of doom, you try to catch it unawares;
but NO.
It still blinks.

Copyright © JLB
16/07/2016
03:12 BST

#madness #writers #block

Aris Jul 2016

Writer's Dilemma (10w)

"Why did you stop writing?"*

I don't know myself anymore.

#sad #lost #hopeless #writers #block #random

Jodey Ross Jul 2016

Writer's block

Writing down your thoughts,
feeling deep and personal,
rereading what you wrote,
and feeling like an ******.

Erase.

New introduction,
new formation of words,
unable to write them down correctly,
cursing into the empty room.

Erase.

Sitting with your arms crossed,
huffing as you readjust in your seat,
taking a calming breathe as you try again,
realizing that all of your efforts are futile.

**Give up.

Writer's block is the worst thing to have and I honestly just wrote down the last few things I did leading up to this and called it a poem. Have a good night, fellow writers.

#why #up #frustration #writers #block #give #ugh #erase

Stefania S Jul 2016

white washed

the heat and i'm
sat out on the front porch.
night's still a few choruses away
and the shade's settling in
cooling things down and
bringing comfort in like it's a cool bed sheet.

my head, a mess lately and i wonder
is this the block i feared, silence internally
my writer's fingers frozen solid and nothing spilling?

it's not though, i know this. those words that breathe
inside
the ones that cover page after page and course like heat.
their there...shifting like clothes inside of a tumbled
dryer
reforming and preparing for a new season.

and i laugh, because what is this, if not the product
of such a block?
the backpedaling that plagues the silenced mind
and i am set to cast suspicion and doubt on an unruly
source.

#love #time #block