Best Block Poems

Blank pages stare back at me 
waiting for my mind to pour 
its' heart out. 

I grab my pen, throw on my 
headphones wait, wait for my 
mind to give my heart words 
that need to be written. 

I make my mark, withdraw my hand,...

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I've got no zippity in my doo-dah,
No tiger in my tank.
There's no steam in my engine,
And white pages remain blank.

My life is full of clutter,
My thoughts are all askew.
Poetic words escape me,
What am I to do?

Perhaps some peace and quiet,
Will calm my frazzled brain,
And allow...

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Blank sheet. Empty head.
Ideas not forthcoming.
Wastepaper bin full
...

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Despite a gravitational proclivity
And atmospheric tranquility 
My stifled creativity
A lesson in humility...

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silent pen dehydrates thirsting for muse lost in a timeless blank block


Example of a Monoku

Silent One
24 December 2019...

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quarter moon in sight,
partially hidden by clouds.
just like my verses....

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A Chip Off the Old Bukowski Block  ©

i sit here on the toilet
looking at the cane by my side
when did this happen?

its pronged feet could, at any moment,
scamper into a tidal pool, so much does it
remind me of a robotic crab

my mornings now consist...

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Dance, Ladies, dance!—
By the light of lanterns.
Let your red skirts swirl
Like the tops of carousels—
Candy-apple red.

Dance, Children, dance!
With your glowing adornments—
Rainbow blue and green—
Firefly green.

The scent of gardenias
Wafts from urban gardens—
Gardenias and radishes.
The night air breathes magic;
The block has been transformed....

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Hours spent in wondering
About absolutely nothing –
The unwritten poem
Too routine to read,
Too dreary to discuss.

Contemplating what could have been 
Belief in magical endings –
Impossible outcomes
Too stunning to let go
Too enchanted to write off.

I’ll write it
Yet don’t
Still hoping to receive
Some sign
Not to shelve it…

You’ve got the...

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A solitary pencil line,
stretched taught 
on distant snow. 
Cleaves blank sky 
from frozen ground.
Gives hope of where to go.

Accidental thought 
creates a tree I toil towards 
its trembling twigs 
find only that I'm lost
and all about me 
unspoiled virgin white
except the fading words 
from where...

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You inspire me of
something,
That anything is
possible to think,
But nothing seem to
cross my mind,
To write of these
beautiful things....

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Every word, sentence and paragraph has three main components.  Each one has a beginning, a middle, and an ending.  On All Poetry there are two groups specializing in brevity.  Pure brevity and brevity.  Pure brevity can have as a complete poem...

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Day three untouched,
Tuna sandwich plastered to the plate beside the laptop.
Bathing,
Four nights visitation rights forfeited.
Change of clothing in between?
"I do declare, Stinketh indeed?"
Blaming the fish out of sea.
Thinking to oneself;
Two twilights old coffee in a cup,
Lukewarm,
"Know that realm all too well as of now!"
Hands into...

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I thought we were friends; maybe something more 
She could quell a blaze or make the flames roar 
Between every trial I watched her strength grow 
Always at my side through each turbulent row

But then so many came so fast; storms so severe 
One after...

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I stare at the paper, pen in hand
Nothing fills the lines but angry tears
Where are the words that overflowed;
where are the works that wrote themselves 

What happened to the sleepless nights 
a poem would scream to be heard
Refuse to let me rest until it was...

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