The Situation Poet Blank verse

From Dusk Till Dawn

silent is my whisper
silent is my pen
silent is my wimper
should they dare
to listen in

nothing says this poem
nothing says this page
nothing says ideals
that i keep inside
my head

gone are all my feelings 
gone are all my words
gone are dreams
of wonders
that are very seldom heard

barren is my cleverness
barren is my clown
barren is the poet
i always kept around

absent is the artist
absent are the claims
absent is the messenger
that bids remember
his name

missing are the phrases
missing are the verbs
missing are the verses
that made souls 
to stir

away is the conscious
away with the pride
away are the love letters
somewhere locked inside

without a purpose
without a plea
without reservations
there is nothing
inside of me

zero inspiration
zero spark of light
zero taste of saddness
nothing with which 
to write

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The Situation May 27, 2013 at 7:02 PM I gave myself a 7.

Debbie Duncan July 13, 2012 at 6:45 PM I like this very much,,,, I wrote one something along these feelings called Dear God,,,,, hey you have a great day ;}

Lisa Cooper May 15, 2012 at 8:20 PM I think this is a wonderful masterpiece.!

Cindy Lu May 15, 2012 at 9:53 AM ya know I posted and deleted 4 other poems before I mastered one. Poetry without real inspiration, the flow, isn't an art to me... know what you mean somewhat, have a blessed day, Cindy

Elizabeth Wesley May 13, 2012 at 3:48 AM Well, your writer's block flows beautifully. You managed to cover all the reason's we feel empty when wanting to write but this shows inspiration is elusive till something lights the fire. You are on fire! Luv, Lizzie The Situation May 13, 2012 at 5:22 AM You are so right! For real poetry, there must be a fire.

Cindy Lu May 12, 2012 at 10:01 AM It's called writers block. In spite of your block, your words and stanzas were in excellence. God bless, yeah, she's back, and it's all good, "The Situation", many blessings and hopes, you are in my thoughts and prayers, Lucinda

Harry Horsman May 11, 2012 at 8:03 AM i love this T.S so profound yet you say you have nothing to say, well you got my mind reeling. harry

Ravindra K Kapoor May 11, 2012 at 4:21 AM Brilliantly composed lines in which you have sketched such lovely notions of your mind. Superb write my friend and thank you for your interest in my series Poem. Love and best wishes...Ravindra..Situation

Josie Whitehead May 10, 2012 at 1:06 AM Writer's block? I don't think so. This is an excellent poem. Well done!

Joann Grisetti May 9, 2012 at 9:38 PM Just writing unblocks the poet and lets the beast have his way.

Sara Kendrick May 9, 2012 at 5:02 PM Oh! But you just did write an excellent work about inspiration leaving...Enjoyed...Thanks for stopping by, reading and taking the time to comment on my work..Sara

Barbara Gorelick May 9, 2012 at 4:59 PM Clever..I read it several times..Good work BG

David Williams May 9, 2012 at 3:11 PM Situation, this is great considering you have nothing to say..I like it..David

Anne-Lise Andresen May 9, 2012 at 2:55 PM Well written - good poem. - oxox Anne-Lise