The Inkwell's Dry

by Twisted Heart   Aug 11, 2006


With paper here in front of me
My pen is poised, I watch the clock
But not a sentence do I see
I'm suffering from Writer's Block.

So many titles come to rest
I write them all upon this page
Imagination, all but dead
Muddled words inside me rage.

Now a word or two are clear
But none that make a thought
So with pen, I'm sitting here
Wallowing in Writer's Block.

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  • 17 years ago

    by sarah jenkins

    *Dude, i know exactly how you feel, i suffered from writers block for the longest time until yesterday! if you get a chance you can look at my "Come Back" poem!*

  • 17 years ago

    by Natalie

    Ah, writers block. Sucks doesn't it, eh? Great poem though! Keep it up!

    Natalie``

  • 17 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    Ahhh, I love poems about writer's block. I've written quite a few of them myself.
    Short and to the point, I like it....Love ya~Holly

  • 17 years ago

    by shobhana kumar

    Wow! it takes a lot to write about not writing! very well written!

    love and peace
    shobhana

  • 17 years ago

    by Gary Jurechka

    I can so relate to this-I went through almost a 5 year writer's block, but at least you were able to fashion a poem out of it and that is a start.It is a very frustrating phase to go through, but it will pass.Everyone goes through it at some point.Just keep on keeping on and you will break through.Best of luck!

    GaryJ

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