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Graff1980 Nov 2020
I cannot seem to write
without rhyming.

It is not a simple matter
of timing
but has become
my mental wiring.

I find other
non-rhyming
poets so inspiring
so deeply
neurally
firing,
sparking
inspiration.

But my brain
has lost the ability
to make any poetry
without playing with
rhymes.
Unpolished Ink Nov 2020
I blame the rain

It has a ceaseless patter

A rhythm on the window and in my head

It stalls my words

Drowning them with sound

Stones that sink that great grey whale of my thoughts

Stilling his song into empty silence

No poems today

I blame it on the rain
Poems in short supply!
Traveler Nov 2020
I am not a cog in this machine
As it rolls on mightily

I wield creative deformity
Navigating aimlessly

My passion refined
Primitively divine

My anger rips through my fears
With claws of resentment

My love for life
An immortal hunger

And I’m not getting any younger!
Traveler Tim
Hannah Marie Nov 2020
Creativity

She comes in leaps and bounds
Fits and starts
She’s here
Then she’s gone

Creativity

She’s a fickle creature
Here one day
Gone the next

Creativity

How do I summon thee?
How do I get the gods of writing
To bless me?
Traveler Nov 2020
Dry dusty bones
worn-out resolve
I take comfort in
I’ve already lost
nothing further
can be taken
the rest is
merely
mine
now
I’m
f
i
n
e
.
.
.
.
Traveler Tim
I wish I could write
more than simple words
but deeper than convoluted *******

no matter what language
the words would fall into place
the right position in a sentence

before I realize
all of these perfect words already came out
either in the form of a poem
or in the form of a complaint
Glenn Currier Oct 2020
This place is an oasis
in the midst of loneliness.
How could I be so lonely
while wrapped in your embrace?
For the poets on HePo
Kenneth Gray Oct 2020
Back to the drawing board I shall go
With hope and visions of rythme and flow
With words and patterns I already know
With goals and standards for my quality of work to grow
Altogether, having my accumulated knowledge in tow
Its back to the drawing board I shall go

Sometimes in life you find yourself in a slump
The complete lack of inspiration is creating a grump
You grasp at straws considering yourself to be stumped
When all of your ideas seem to be destined for the dump
Its at times like these that you can't give up like a chump
So jump up, get off your **** and get pumped up
Because its back to the drawing board you shall go

I know youve got talent and I know youve got skill
Now go write it all down and give these people a thrill
Just be positive and uplifting. Don't
Be negative and shrill
Do your best, dont be anxious,
But be peaceful and still
Don't rush it or force and don't release it until
Youve gone back to the drawing board and gotten your fill
I wasn't sure of what to write about next. I like to have a steady stream of new content. I woke up today and was pondering what to write about next. The thought of going back to the drawing board came to me while I was having a smoke. Then after my contemplating I decided that going back to the drawing board and not having anything to write about was poem worthy content on its own. So I sat down and starting writing. This poem is the result.
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