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GOODBYE

(NOTHING MORE TO SAY)

I've seen the way you look at me
I've seen the way you look at them
Without wanting to admit, you hate everything I stand for
Lying to yourself, you are sweet, caring and better
Still, you look at me and hate everything I stand for
You are a cheat - A liar - A toilet flushing down rain

You seek and want my attention, yet you have no domain
Your THANK YOU's are cheaper than a grin on a Walmart bag
The light - The light - That shines upon your expression
Nothing more than.....
Sour grapes traveling towards the darkest region of the sun
Yes, simple prunes basking all the time!!!!!
Shaking powdered grapes from lobe to lobe
Watching humping wild hogs who can't eat cake
---Desperately you mock yourself---

Before you draw a blank, let me remind you
You look at me and hate everything I stand for
The way I smile, carry myself every day
I never claim to be perfect, but better with no anvil
You can't bear the way I stand in front of the soap display
I embrace with all my spirit, at the end of every day
I'm so glad I am nothing like you or them
In reality, I judged you the moment you walked in

Before the year ends, I will end my affair right here
I have nothing more to say
I hope you all have a great new year.

TaTa SKAT in the Hat


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015


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Computer Error

I’ve always been a cash man, so when me cash was blown,
I might be sitting back all stony broke and pleading for a loan,
at least I know that if a mate, throws up a couple of pound,
that I can pay him back the debt when payday comes around.

But if I am a day too late, then he will give a wink and nod,
and give the loan extension without an interest prod,
I could say to him I’ll write a cheque, but they would draw a blank;
my cheques have tendencies of rubber if challenged by the bank.

Of course when begging alms there are those who give advice,
and there are those who lent me once, but rarely ever twice,
now if they see me coming then, they keep well on their guard,
advising me the time has come to own a credit card.

And then it was explained to me, how this credit system works,
I can buy just what I like, and there are no hidden lurks,
all I have to do one day a month, is pay the bill that has been sent,
but if I don’t then I’ll charged an extra twenty-five per cent.

It’s not like mateship; not at all … I can’t be a day too late.
These bloody banks are ruthless, not like a lending mate,
so here I have this credit card, aware not to abuse it,
and really in a dither ‘cause I’m too afraid to use it.

In March a letter from this credit mob to me was duly sent,
stating that I owed the company not one dollar or a cent,
so I ignored the letter, it’s something should not be done,
because come April in the mail, I received another one. 

I still owe no dollars and no cents, so I caste the bill away,
but this bloody mob got nasty, saying I refused to pay,
and they threatened cancellation if I didn’t pay me bill,
so I rang up demanding ‘fix it!’ And they said that they will. 

“It’s a computer error” … apologizing for my inconvenience,
“A gremlin’s got into our program, producing little sense,
but don’t you worry it’s been fixed, I’ve done it here on line,
your credit card is functional, everything’s now fine”.

And so it seemed the world’s okay, this glitch is finally eased,
so now my credit card is lawful, and I felt kind of pleased,
now thinking I should use it, although I better stay on guard,
with a trolley full of purchased goods, I passed across the card.

Talk about embarrassment, with the result a damning slur,
the lady gave a low reply “This card’s been cancelled sir”, 
I left the goods there with her; once more I’m on the phone,
this time over agitated, as the bloke sure would have known.

“It’s a computer error” … apologizing for my inconvenience,
“A gremlin’s got into our program, producing little sense,
but don’t you worry it’s been fixed, I’ve done it here on line,
your credit card is functional, everything’s now fine”.

Now you might not believe this, but I’m telling you it’s true,
next day in the mail a statement, say’s me bill is overdue.
No dollars and no cents again. What’s this lot on about?
But talking with them yesterday, they will have worked it out.

Once again when June came ‘round, there one day in the mail,
a threatening letter from the mob read out that I did fail
to pay the debt upon me card; I have ten days for recompense,
or action will be taken, to recoup no dollars and no cents.
 
This seems all bloody senseless, and it’s put me in a bind,
how do I pay nothing? But then a thought came to me mind.
So I wrote out a cheque for them, for no dollars and no cents,  
and that computer thanked me. To me it made no flamin’ sense.

But if you think the troubles over, then you better think again,
my bank is ringing me up now, asking if I am insane,
‘Why did I write a cheque out for no dollars and no cents?’
And you know they didn’t listen to a word for my defence.

The bank whinged the cheque I wrote has left a sad and sorry tale.
Their computer went into a frenzy causing its software to fail;
now the bank cannot process a cheque, from ALL customers today,
‘cause I’ve crashed their computer in a quite unusual way.  

It’s a computer error aye! Well, this time I’m giving my defence,
it’s not my fault the bloody thing, can’t read no dollars and no cents.
Then the company for the credit card, sent a statement that announced,
this is my final warning … advising me my cheque had bounced.

So once again the threats returned, this credit card has me a debtor,
but for no dollars and no cents, I don’t fear a debt collector,
now all my dealings done with cash, to alleviate the terror,
of someone on the telephone, telling me … it’s a computer error.




Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2016


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Lost Identity

When they ask me
"Who are you?"
I seem to draw a blank
I dont know how to answer
And I dont know what to think
I try to come up with something
But there are no words to describe
The way I feel meaningless to this world
Like a sail boat is meaningless to kansas
I feel lost and confused
Not sure what it is im supposed to do 
I have my reasons to feel this way
Yet I cant name one
I feel like Im suffocating
In this world
With no purpose in life
No direction
And no understanding of who I really am
I try to speak my mind 
but no words come out
I want to tell them who I want to be
But that doesnt answer the question
I dont know who I am 
And I dont know if I ever will
So when they ask me
"Who are you?"
I tell them 
"I dont know"


Copyright © Felicity Sitze | Year Posted 2016


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My Muddled Mind

I'm mystified by my unruly brain
while grasping for a word, I draw a blank
like ticker tape that moves in fits and starts
elusive phrases flicker in and out
and putting names with faces is a chore.
To place someone is hard as calculus
this mind, it calcifies as time goes by.
Can anybody recommend a tool
that scrapes away the crust of this decay?
I'll trade this mind for one that's fresh and new
but then I'd lose myself, I'll let things be
and keep my mind, and never mind the mess
it just takes time to get from "A to B".





Written on 5/26/2016



Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2016


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TIS A PUZZLEMENT

To say God’s non-existent I draw a blank
It defies all logic if I might be frank
        When a crisis that’s pending
         Has a real happy ending
And an Atheist is grateful, who does he thank?


Copyright © RALPH TAYLOR | Year Posted 2010


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Mistake

( MISTAKE )

I must admit that I have often thought
of leaving it all behind and letting everything go

I was lost and alone, as I always am,
So many people around me,
Yet no one seems to care.

They say they understand and love me very much,
But just when I Trust to love, they forget and move on.

I held the knife so close 
as tears, mixed with blood,
Began to fall slowly.
Like a foolish child I cried.

Knowing that I could end it all now
made my mind draw a blank.

I put the knife away and tried to wipe the blood,
that ran faster than I can describe.

I knew suicide wasn't the answer I was looking for.
I knew there was a reason for me being alone.

So many bad things happening at once -
They can make you forget
About the good qualities of life.

Even though life is hard,
and trouble an inevitable part of it.

If you decide to leave it all behind,
maybe you will,
but I can guarantee that others 
....Your Mistake will haunt

(c) Jasmine Paul 11-22-2014 


Copyright © Jasmine Cruz | Year Posted 2014


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Drawing a Blank

We picked up straws one by one,
Were chosen just by chance.
And thirteen men were drawn by lots,
With power to play God.

We marched in ordered single file,
To the armory went,
Each was given a tool of death
To kill with legal writ

Lone post stood in the central yard,
Pocked with pustilent sores,
Yet sturdy for a human weight
Without a bend or break.

We stood in single solemn row
Muttering silent prayers.
The hapless man was brought amain
And stood before the post.

His hands were tied around the mast
Blind-folded was he then,
Yet proud he stood without a fuss,
Moments before his death.

There was ammo in guns out there
Yet some were duds by law.
Oh how I hate the Firing Squad
I hope I draw a blank!

The sergeant in his booming voice
Said aim, we took our aim.
Fire, he said, in firmer tone.
We pressed the trigger then.

Lord, I had prayed with all fervour,
Let me not be the one
Who spills the life blood of this man,
Lord let mine be a blank!

The stutter of the guns were stilled,
Man  was ragdoll now.
I sighed and saw my gun was jammed
I'd drawn a blank indeed!

So now I sleep with conscience clear
The Good Lord jammed my gun
And forever spared me the doubt
If I had drawn a blank!

¬ 11 May 2016 ¬



Copyright © Karam Misra | Year Posted 2016


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Mucho Silliness



How can someone draw a blank Now that's a real poser How d'ya know if it's new and improved dog food Eating that stuff's not kosher Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs Sound quite logical to me If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone Is it charged with battery Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns Because they taste so funny If feathers tickle people, do they tickle birds? Bet it's better than even money Why does every toaster have a setting That will burn the toast to a crisp Can women put on mascara with their mouth closed Why do holes in most donuts exist Here's one I'll bet you've never thought of Do birdies ever need to pee If so, perhaps those sprinkles of rain that fall Aren't really rain between you and me Why do hot dogs come in packages of eight While the buns come in packs of ten Tell me what do they put in for colour of hair On the drivers licenses of bald men © Jack Ellison 2014


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014


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Nobody Talks to Me Anymore

Today was every other day.?My boss says, 
"Hey Joe, where you going with that staple gun in your hand?"
I draw a blank on my face and turn to face his?."You don't really know, do you, Joe? ?You don't know where you're going.?You don't really know who you are.?You don't know much of anything anymore,
Do you now, Joe?"

Then he laughs at me ?In front of everybody
He laughs and points at?What everybody but me can see.
And everybody laughs and they laugh and they laugh
But nobody talks to me anymore.

I call my girlfriend up on the telephone?
She says,  "Joe, I'm not your girlfriend anymore"?
And hangs up the phone.
Nobody talks to me anymore.
I call my doctor on the telephone
He says, "hello, is there anybody there"?
I say, "it's me, Joe, doctor help me, nobody talks to me anymore!"
My doctor coughs and hangs up the phone.?
Nobody talks to me anymore.

I call on my priest in the church down the road?I say "Hello, Father? my Father, is that really you?"
"Please tell me, dear Father, what should I do?"?My priest says "Joe, God don't love you anymore"
And throws me out through God's front door. 
God don't talk to me anymore.

So, I go down to a bar to have a little swim.?
There's a bar stool there where the Xmas tree should have been?
The bartender looks at me,
But he doesn't say a word.
I hold up two fingers  pointing at the sky
So he pours me a double, ten-year-old rye.

Which I toss down and motion for another 
I call him "my brother".
The bartender stares at my face
As silent as a stone inside of a wall.
Nobody talks to me anymore.??

On the street, the headlights blind my blinking eyes.?
Strangers push past me, some I know, most I despise.
A cop car pulls up and flashes his bright light on me
The cop points his flashlight in my eyes so that I can't see.
But we already know, there's nothing he or I need to say.?
I just ain't worth talking to me anymore.

A ghost walks up and stares into my face.
He doesn't say a word; ?just hangs there in space
Instead, he spins ribbons of coloured lights 
Inside my head.?There's no knowing with ghosts no more 
The dead don't talk to me anymore either.

Suddenly I see an explosion of lights?
There's trumpets and harps and angels in sight
A liquor store, neon vision of light 
Promises me spirits of salvation and delight
If I just step inside.?While next door, a gun store slowly cracks open its door . . .?I am my father and my mother's son and 
I’ve never before bought me a gun.
But nobody, nobody talks to me anymore.



Copyright © Igor Goldkind | Year Posted 2018


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draw a blank

Gasping for a thought like a deep breath exhaled into a pillow tightly smothered wondering when will I take the next.

Muffled screams no one to hear, yelps with no intention of fixing me.

Intention was the reason for sanity now its the reason for pain.



Copyright © Napua Nelson | Year Posted 2015


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The Person Within Me

 
Dear person within me, all I ask is that you forgive me for always letting you down. 
Nothing you wanted was given to you, I regret this even now. 
For every profound word spoken, for every sin and hearts that were broken, please take this token of my grief. 
I only wish to find relief from my dark shadows. As they scream and howl, I feel their teeth piercing deep within my bone marrow. 
If only I could kill them with arrows but no such weapon could harm them; they are my mistakes. 

I'll do whatever it takes to gain your favor, just tell me the road to take.  
I know the pain that you've suffer and the disappointments that you've faced.
I cant erase the past as for the future I draw a blank. 
My poison is your poison for I know I am slowly dying every night I lay crying as I think of what my life has come to be.  
I can not promise a new life, I can't swear things will change, I can only ask that you look at me and not hate my very existence. 
We are one in the same, after all we must coexist or we will both fall. 

Dear soul within me, all I ask is that you forgive me for all I have done.
I know it wasn't easy to put up with me, no it was the opposite of fun. 
But I need you now more then ever, my friends are few but our heart is clever, we will endeavor together. 
Come whatever we shall face all odds and stand up tall and laugh in the face of gods. 

I will make you proud somehow... someway... one day very soon I can't keep pondering over this unrelenting doom. The vicious madness, the overwhelming sadness and the voices in my head everyone wants me dead but I will not give into there wishes.  
We will survive even if the only one left fighting is me I will fight by my side.

Dear person who I have become.... will I ever come to forgive me?




Copyright © Kable Brown | Year Posted 2017


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Sometimes..........I Think

Sometimes..............I Think
Sometimes...
I think back to the days before you came into my life and I'm left wondering what I was 
doing and how I made it through.

Sometimes...
I think of how full and complete my life feels with you in it and I can't do anything but smile.

Sometimes...
I think about how you could have and deserve so much more than I can offer yet, you still 
stay.

Sometimes...
I think of you ambition and potential and am left asking myself if I'm a blessing to your gifts 
or a burden.

Sometimes...
I think of times when we've argued and I've physically struck out at you. For those times I 
am utterly embarrassed and desperately sorry.

Sometimes...
I think of my past relationships and wonder just how much of their BS is still my baggage 
and how it'll effect what I’m trying to have with you.

Sometimes...
I think of where I'd be if you weren't here in my life and each time I draw a blank.

Sometimes...
I think of how it'd be to grow old with you, watching each other age and mature with time.

Sometimes...
I think I need to just stop and thank God a little more for sending you to me.

Sometimes...
I think that I couldn't love you anymore than I already do, then you go and do or say 
something that makes me love you a little more.

Sometimes...
I think...
and all I can think of
is you.


Copyright © Erin Green | Year Posted 2009


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Susceptible

I am too susceptible to poetry
a perfect metaphor 
wakes me from stupor
and a clever rhyme
takes me to the sublime
while an elegant elegy
drives away my lethargy
but a mismetered sonnet
makes me hot under the bonnet.

Yet for all these wonders
I struggle to be free
and usually draw a blank.


Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2017


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life in transit

While in transit I think alot
passing all the stops,
about the moments and memories i have got,
from the start till the terminal,
I try to gather each and every thought
I want to relive again,
but as soon I reach my stop,
I draw a blank to it
and think about the joy 
I have got sitting in the transit.


Copyright © Akshay Rawat | Year Posted 2015


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To many pills

Dislike 
Idislike this long hike, on this rusty old bike
I sick of this 
I dislike these training wheels, all these hills
To  many pills
meth kills , over due bills
Every friend i have steels
too many pills 
tooth decay, so the dentist drills 
cavity fills
all these deals 
scatter brained, and bong water spills
take a brake, give back what you take 
your a fake 
my mistake
your self you make 
stay awake 
stay awake
piece of cake heart brake the more I give the more you take
I draw a blank
empty tank
too many pills over due bills everyone I know deals
and Im trapped


Copyright © tamra rhyne | Year Posted 2006


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Appearances

Appearances

Life is full of appearances
the fullness of life
new ones arrive as we
awaken each morning..
New appearances
seem to form and color
something within..which
always remains..
The remaining something
is not a thing..it is
perhaps somewhat..
Our minds draw a blank
in looking for said somewhat..
So..for now
let's let somewhat alone..
But be wary that
somewhat may appear
as a thing after all...!


Copyright © Charles Coon | Year Posted 2017


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morning mourning

oh man just got up
and can only draw a blank
absoluteness reigns


Copyright © sand blown | Year Posted 2018