Kyle Kriticos Poet Rhyme

Writers Block

The tip of your tongue is hard to find 
You search and seek and stumble to rhyme 
The page is blank and stays that way 
Your poets wings begin to fade 
There's not a single word in stock
You're sick indeed with writers block
You try and try but can't be freed 
There's nothing there for us to read 
So put a bandage on your pen
Tomorrow try your verse again 

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos

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Elizabeth Wesley March 23, 2012 at 5:30 PM A cute one I identify with Kyle; it does get frustrating trying to be clever with words that have disappeared. I sure many will appreciate this one.

Jslambert Mister Roboto March 9, 2012 at 4:03 AM much appreciation for your kind words! Now, this is an interesting subject I wish I knew all about. The words haunt me...nonstop!

Kim Merryman March 3, 2012 at 10:57 AM I'm getting a headache trying to write something. I hate writer's block! But you have written well about it, Kyle. Love, Kim

Poet Destroyer A March 2, 2012 at 6:25 PM KYLE, i like this... this is me... I'm down writers block lane...~have a nice one ;-)* PD

Anne-Lise Andresen March 2, 2012 at 1:28 PM Yes, tomorrow is a new day... oxox Anne-Lise

Carol Sunshine Brown March 2, 2012 at 12:51 PM Thank you for sharing your excellent poetry with us here at PoetrySoup Kyle. I hope you have a great weekend filled with inspiration. I will be back the first of the week and hope to see more of your poetry posted here to read. Love, Carol