Cramp Poems - Poems about Cramp

I have a frightening mental block, Poetic reserves lost, no stock, My mood is down and damp, My hand has constant cramp, Imagination not worth a dime, Brain all mushy, turned to slime, Fantasy faded oh dear oh dear, Inspiration none, it’s gone I fear, Funny, horror, politics, history or love, Blankly, see grey cloudy skies above, My thoughts are less than dazzling, Stop me, for...

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Writer's cramp here I come... (to the rescue and save the day and hoop fully a damsel in distress!) Impending thunderstorm "FAKE" MAGA (nah) if fuss sent) thwarted, torpedoed - dag nabbit, and trumped assigned, mandated, and self selected online poetic writing session. Yours truly forced to re-learn (ASAP) at greased lightning speed archaic pre-internet state of stone age Neanderthal fashion scribbling. Throwback versus instant electronic, excel (lent) and/or...

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Cramp from Using Food Stamp Outside was damp and do have a cramp, Each time when I had used a food stamp; Shopping at store, With rest of poor, And have no home and so out must camp. Jim Horn Remember when I lived in Seattle area and people would slept under the bridges....

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we heard the wagonwheels the rattling of the axles the stinge of the horses the dust they created we were unmoved some became frightened but most of us knew what they varmints wanted we stood back to back to make sure they weren't getting it they wanted our gold and we weren't gonna let them have it! From the novel Big Tramps Watering Hole published by Dahiser...

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eraser gnawed pencils filling bubbles with graphite closed books open minds...

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I can write for days Keep on planting trees trees trees Tell the world not to run out of seeds That paper is useful I write with it Not a single writer's cramp  live in my body I can write for days So tell the writers cramp player haters to watch out what you say about me because now you hitting up...

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OK, the pencils are sharp, erasers are handy And the paper is fresh for writing. The chair is comfortable, my clothes are warm And the room has plenty of lighting. This poem is going to be huge and epic, It will say everything that’s on my mind. Every emotional truth, an epiphanous proclamation, Every adjective will be underlined. Now,...

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Writer's cramp is constipation of the brain For relief you treat it about the same Stick a finger in your ear, (no not way down there) Wiggle it until a thought appears Then express with all your might Write it down and get it right And after you read what you wrote Always beware and have some hope Because if it sounds just...

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Sitting here trying to rhyme But all I am doing is wasting time I can’t seem to start a sentence With two words to rhyme in sequence I just wanted to express my feelings Something snappy and appealing Or maybe a little dark and mysterious Or light and funny nothing to serious But here I am staring at this...

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too much on the bloody mind, canna concentrate half the time, write about the demons babe, put in words what eer ya crave, let exageration calm the wit, pump words out a little bit, n have a great time.... thanks you p.d. Don...

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BEING A TRAMP IS GIVING ME A CRAMP I am a transient and I like it that way I am a philosopher with intellectual utterances to say I can’t remain in one place for a very long stay Because I owe too many dealers money I cannot pay So if you hear that I’m at someone’s house call me there Right...

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BEING A TRAMP IS GIVING ME A CRAMP I am a transient and I like it that way I am a philosopher with intellectual utterances to say I can’t remain in one place for a very long stay Because I owe too many dealers money I cannot pay So if you hear that I’m at someone’s house SIMPLY call me...

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I once wrote a poem when i felt really cynical all the letter's had pointed sharp edges. another time i wrote a poem about a drunk dyslexic it read in mumbles from right to left. and this one time i wrote a poem about a pen that had internal bleeding, it leaked...

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