Writers Block Poems - Poems about Writers Block

WRITERS BLOCK

Loss for thought and words
Where do I start?
My thoughts become a depart
Memory usually serves me
But not today
No one seems to understand
I am trying to compose
But no suppose
It seems Alpha Letters have no idea
I am thinking fear
No idea in how to preserver
Trouble near
Writers Block woes
For the first time
I need to relax and reserve my energy
Later think
For

writers block

writers block.
Stare at the clock.
like the rest of the flock.
writers block.

Writers Block

Writer’s block is a horrible thing. 
Like cabinets slamming shut. 
So the writer’s block begins. 

Day one of writer’s block. 
Nothing except single words. 
And then single letters scattered.
Sitting on the couch. 
Sighing slightly. 
Nothing is fun anymore. 

I could cook a slice of toast. 
Or simply order pizza. 
Nothing comes to mind. 
Except the

Blocked by Bloodmoon

Looking at a white blank page
As if it has something to say 
Word wizard won’t you rescue me
Lot lizard don’t please for free

Muse is confused she needs prayer
I’m bored and blue without her care
Watching blood moon peeking cloud
Pen saint or sin but write it down 

Writer’s use pen like a needle
Now and then pulse is

Gone Missing

Gone Missing

As the new day awaits its morning sun,
the blank page for my poem also waits.

In stillness I listen for an inner voice, 
only to hear a deep silence in my soul.

Ends end from where beginnings begin,
but before I can end it I have to begin it.

All I need is that one elusive key word
to

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

Writers Block

ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER

Writers Block

If ever I get writer's block
I let my fingers do the writing
And my brain does the editing

RLS 4/10/2024

Let Go That Lego

Pregnant with purpose poetic pause
Writer’s block is not a loss

Tiz diner delay in dinner display
Food for thought will come someday

Until then freewrite little bird
Let loose excite winged word

For your talent is too great
To let a little Lego block in the way

Where Is This Place

Where is this place that I find myself in
Was I snatched by a gun toting gang
I don’t recall anything quite so extreme
Since my poetic musings began

It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last
The rhyme thieves have grabbed me before
What tricks did they use to silence my muse?
She lies, bound and gagged, on

The Story of Writers Block

The Tortured Poets Department has a writer's division that has to approve every poem before it goes out
And my mind is tired of being held hostage
A loose-leaf definition of writer's block was once defined by the utter of: I don't feel like writing, this isn't good enough, my hand only works for the remote today

Writers Block

Opening and closing the curtains.
Looking outside, then back to my paper.
Silence.
Then tearing sounds.
The curtains scraping the screen.
I opened the window to help me think.
But the muggy heat is tearing me up.
So I hide in the shower.
Standing still, water flows.
An inkling comes to mind.
The shampoo slips from my hand.
I try to hold on.
But it’s gone.
Trudging back

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

Writer’s Block

A block of cells begins a life
A block of time in which to try
To grow to mold to give to strive
A block of blessings before I die

A block party so happy and gay
A block of neighbors laugh and play
Music games they dance and bake
An evening so festive my mind can taste

A block of cheese left

Sun Moon Muse

Sing a silly song with me off key
Pretend we are big golden stars
Walking on clouds gracefully
Winning every suitors red heart

We never stay down for long
The force of hope in us too great
We dance with joy the force is strong
And angels will guide our way

We don't need a color TV
We entertain ourselves well
In our hand of

Discombobulated

My love for words creates mental pain-
when they race around in my befogged brain.
I sit here dreaming- pen held in my hand; 
mind burning aglow with ideas so grand.
To be very frank, the two oft don't meet,
the paper stays blank- my head whirs in heat.

May go on for hours- these frenzied word games
in seeking a

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