#block poems on Hello Poetry

Emily Nov 2020

i ache to feel inspired.
long for the thoughts and feelings i once knew.
let my mind consume itself with possibilities.

i ache to feel important.
to know my words are devoured,
by someone with a fragile heart and mind.

i want to run away with myself.
run away to that place of opportunity.
where i glow brighter than the stars,
and emit warmth stronger than the sun.

i ache to feel that way again.
that important kind of way.
where i am more than just my body.
where i am my thoughts, my feelings.
myself.
me.

#uninspired #sad #depressed #writers #block

Brian Yule Oct 2020

The Depths

Vacant mirror
Arid pen
Sallow silence

Naked page
Swallowed minutes from
Borrowed hours

Cave's former roar
Sunken stream
Struck dumb

Wallow in
Parched flow
As hollow grows

Sin hallow
Burrow deeper
Into ashes

Seeking signs
Of dew saved
From the drought

#creation #writers #block #inspiration

Esther Oct 2020

#blocked

you blocked me on social media
i blocked you in my heart.

#blocked #block #blocking #social #media #heart #love #loss #heartbreak #text

Hannah Oct 2020

Week 39

I really only know
How to be a ***

#block

Initial J Sep 2020

Poems don't have to rhyme

At least not all the time
They only have to tell others
       What you think or feel
                                        About over here
Or maybe there
                       A poem can be anywhere
I mean anything
                    It doesn't have to rhyme
         But maybe it does sometime
I meant something
                           You know structures not important
         To some degree it makes things easier
Who I am trying to please anyways
      Art is art
  If that's what you believe in your heart
Or maybe your head
                            Could be your soul
             If you hadn't sold it already
     Wait what.....
Where was I going with this....
                 Oh yeah, poem.

I mean why not

#confused #writers #block #art #heart #****

Nathan Roman Sep 2020

Flow, where did it go?

Sometimes, my mind ends up feeling stuck.
The juices won’t flow, and I’m all out of luck.
Yesterday I didn’t even have to try,
The pen went to paper and I just let it fly.

Maybe I can create from this frustration,
something to encapsulate my aggravation.
At wanting to write when nothing wants to come out.
That struggle is what this is all about.

I hope it’s easier tomorrow than it was today,
So I can let my mind wander and play.

#writers #block

Ruheen Sep 2020

The Wall

Confined in concrete and silence;

The serrated edges; scarring.

With blank spaces, impatient for thoughts

And handholds with which I can peek.

As I push myself higher,

My hands catch hold of a fence.

When I sit over the edge,

The fence digging into my legs,

My palms scratched and ******,

I decide; a mere jump cannot take

From me the pen I have longed to hold;

And so the inkless pages begin bleeding ink.

I haven't been able to write. I've been forcing words out, but I think I did it with this one.
Just had to jump over a wall. Piece of cake.

#the #wall #writers #block

Khoisan Aug 2020

Poet's Block

Quill in the eye of the skull
bone-dry ink pods
dead muses
metaphoric
moths
toxic chemistry
welcome
to
The poet's cemetery.

#block