Uninspired Poems

Unironically Uninspired

Unironically uninspired,
I drift through the grey,
Floating through hours,
A lone leaf on still water,
Away from my life source,
Insignificant and yet common,
Waiting for the storm.

There’s no fire in my chest,
No spark, no fight,
Just the dull hum of existence,
A clock ticking in a quiet room.
I breathe in the ordinary,
Exhale the mundane.

But then –
the crash,
the crack in the sky,
the

Fire for Uninspired

Pray for me red heart bleeds
Giving up on turquoise dreams

Can’t design a silver fishing line
To pull back in passions unwind

Gave up so long emerald ego for sure
What use to matter doesn’t anymore

Perhaps I’ll find inspiration in old age
My purpose to be a warning an old maid

Then I remember my favorite verse
In the Bible I heard

Broken Clocks

I’m once again in a block
Nothing to do with political shock

That was not such a surprise 
As USA has evil influence and lies

No for me it’s a lack of passion
I’m becoming more old fashioned 

Bored with the new stuff of the day
Finding comfort in familiar place

Is it better looking back than ahead
Do we misrepresent fact

UNINSPIRED

Here I sit again uninspired
No pencil no pen no keyboard desired
I have to write or I have to play
It is my life but just not today

A pen is just plastic
Pencil is wooden stick
Wouldn't it be fantastic
If I could wave it

And have it create 
My great emerald escape
From writers block and lost
Fire or desire to make

A

Uninspired Sonnet

You feel that tension deep within your soul,
momento mori, you are on a clock,
inside are many stories to be told,
but within your mind they seem firmly locked.
The energy to take them, make them words,
drains away with the weakness of the flesh,
trying to make them real sometimes just hurts,
and what you write reeks with the stink

Hot Chocolate

Sitting,
Alone and uninspired
Ruminating on my throne 
Of the tired

Freezing,
My heater, broken and retired
In a building whose condemnation
Remains desired

Searching,
For some deeper, elaborated meaning
To a poem procrastinated 
A cause for my demeaning 

Sulking,
I lack muse and direction
I can only imagine the forthcoming drear
Of this poem’s lection

Drinking,
My hot chocolate keeps me company
As I mull over this poetry
And choose

Uninspired

Uninspired, yet I sit and write
Wondering what to say
I pour my heart into my words
And think of yesterday

Birds chirping, gentle breeze
Feeling calm, soul at ease
Free to do as I please

Peace Acquired
Uninspired

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September 24, 2021
Quietus-August 2021 Poetry Contest

Today Was Uninspired

apart from this
so far ahead
you can see through me

Uninspired

Feeling uninspired
Walking the mire
Out of my bones
From drugs at last
Sickle not seen
Or ivory cast
Baby I’m blessed
You I will not get past

Uninspired

these things. themes. sounds. and simple symbols. ruthless. yet I'm rooted. interwoven and deeply rooted. I'm inspired.

Uninspired

A void
A vacuum
I am an empty space and unyielding
Barren and dry
A word desert
A vulture lands and picks at 
a dead sentence
The clouds of a brainstorm
hover and shrink in the distance
And the air is stale with the unimaginative
I can tell that nothing good 
will be written tonight

Uninspired

I’ll pick my topic
And write a bit
Then two lines in
The words won’t fit

Uninspired

my pen today is slow and weak
so bleak of what people seek
of love it see's empty lines
only memories of what's far behind

my patriot lies in a silent grave
unremembered are the boast he made
my pride has fears of being attacked
unmoved by silence and hearing he lacks

my eyes see beauty but prefers the unwritten
my heart still desires

Uninspired

devoid of motivation,
emptied & 
without ideas, creative
vision, focus or the ability to 
brainstorm,
s/he enters the night
out through the door to
her/his dwelling,
to define what it is to
exist in this present moment,
for the night brings
worry to the senses,
when the mind treads water
in the fears of our distant
distant ancestors,
who without electricity,
without illuminated cities,
walked alone among the
animals who may

Uninspired

Languid notions
Curse my head
The cursor on 
My screen blinks_

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