#writersblock poems on Hello Poetry

Laura Slaathaug Apr 2017

So, you want to write a poem.
Dear, dear writer, don't you know?
I come on my own time.
Prepare me a space
with white linen and
scarlet red roses.
Sweet talk me pretty,
or you'll be the one
up all night pacing,
pining for your poetry.
So love, you expect the best--
Well, I give when I’m ready.

Yours truly,

Poetry

Day 7 of National Poetry Month. Prompt: Favorite thing on the Internet

#writersblock #poets #letter #internet #napowrimo #npminternet

ju Sep 2011

Gobstopper

All day I've licked the taste of you
from in between my words,
but it's clinging to the spaces
and making slick the verbs.
I've ****** clean a few adjectives,
polished a few nouns-
but I just can't get my tongue around
those tricky little Os.

When the words won't come.

#writersblock

ju Apr 2016

hard-pressed

I have a few words
but they are brittle, easily fragmented.
Not pretty in their frailty- just broken.

#broken #writersblock

Lori Jones McCaffery Mar 2017

WRITER'S BLOCK

The word I can’t find is gagging my pen
Gates slam shut when I knock on the door
The thunder clouds rumble and crash while
The sea nears it’s ebb and the seagulls all land
To scratch in the sand for what I have lost
Intellectual handcuffs chafe but hold firmly
To the cast-iron pipes of yesterday’s genius.
My pencil has a broken lead; the poison seeps
Into the veins that hold my life together.
Fist pounding breaks the thinner ice along the edge
But the navigation channel remains frozen
And thoughts ice skate away to music I can’t hear.
Like a hungry bird chick in a broken nest
Chirping with an open mouth for sustenance
From Mama lying dead below among the leaves.
I know the meal will not appear.
ljm

Is it writer's block or Aphasia.

#writersblock #frustrated #stumped

claire Mar 2017

Writer's Block

I can't think of anything, once again
The bottleneck in my brain dilutes every scheme
I close the book, then count to ten
The idea slips off the precipice and I could scream

A poem about writing a poem. In quatrain stanza form, with an "a b a b" rhyme pattern.

#writersblock #frustration #brain #rhyme #quatrain

Lori Jones McCaffery Mar 2017

ACROSTIC

P  erhaps it’s time to scribble down a word or two,
E  ven though I have nothing cogent to proclaim.
N  evertheless the urge is one that must be answered to.

O  nce a long, long time ago the words poured forth, but
N  ow the well has seemingly gone dark and dry.

P  ossibly the act of touching pen to empty pages-
A  s an act of penance for strangling the muse of
P  oesy in a knotted, convoluted scarf of dreariness- will
E  nable what was meaningful so long ago to finally
R  ecover and deliver something worthwhile once again.
                                                            ljm

#poet #writersblock #inspiration #acrostic #writer

Realeboga M Feb 2017

Untitled

I'm a little traumatized for not being able to write for so long.
Am I somewhere between writers block or I don't know what to write?

I'm a little bit traumatized, well not a little bit but a whole lot bit.

My passion stays burning but where's my need for writing?

#confused #writersblock #something #traumatized #ugh #or

Nicolette Avery Pizzigoni Feb 2017

How Did We Meet?

We met at the bar
No, I was way too young
We met at school
No, you were way too old
We met at 7/11
No, you wouldn’t have stayed and talked to me
We met taking a cigarette break outside the 7/11
No, you would smoke in your car
We met at a bar I was too young to be in
No, I didn’t go out like that when I was young
We met at the library
No, you don’t read
We met at the grocery store
No, you live a town away from me
We met at the Christmas concert
No, you hate organized functions
We met at Barnes and Noble
No, you still don’t read
We met at an underground music show
No, I wasn’t that cool
We met at the park
Maybe, but why were you at a park?
We met at a family party
No, it was a secret from them all alone
We met at an alumni thing
No, I wasn’t an alumni yet

Rewriting our history
To make art
Seems a little too much
Like lying

And fiction never
Really was
My thing.

#writersblock #writer #fiction #meet #struggling

Lori Jones McCaffery Feb 2017

THE ARTIST

I’ve been up
  all night
slow dancing
            with the reasons why
                        my canvas is still mostly
empty and
  my palate
  holds only
seven shades of black.
  While I’m weeping
through a
Foxtrot with
my paintbrush
        and daubing
     midnight
stains across
my walls
the Hollyhocks
still bloom
        outside my door.
     The humming birds
   adore them
standing tall and
lavender
  but I can’t stop
   to waltz with them
I’ll lose
this beat
     and genius
        that fickle muse
will quickstep
   on
and leave me here
behind.
ljm

I struggled through rearranging this three times trying to get the spacing I wanted, but could only have the spacing the program created. Is there a trick to this?

#writersblock #frustration #muse #artist #thwarted