Is it a crime
to not have the time
to rhyme?
To not have the capacity
for tenacity?
The fortitude
for a bit of attitude?
When your get-up-and-go
Has got-up-and-left
You've lost your flow,
your words bereft.
Stay a bit stronger.
Have no fear!
Just a little bit longer
...it will clear,
then you'll be back
on the rhyming attack!
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I'm 25, from Leeds, UK. I like to describe myself as a philosopher of sorts, I write poetry of the heart and soul. Currently trying to turn my hand to short story writing - will post first on here if I come up with anything good! Stay tuned!!
An empty screen, A full keyboard. An thoughtless mind, No poems stored. Rhymes go by, You watch them flow. Poems of magic, Yet none to go. A full keyboard, An empty screen.
I have not a word to write The paper's never seemed so white My pen is weeping opaque tears I'm overwhelmed with creeping fears It appears my words have abandoned me In a tacit, calm, cacophony...
Opuss seems so...empty, My feed is just the same, It would be nice to see, A different style or a name.
I'm not quite sure, What do say. What shall I Post today. Maybe a poem, But what about. Ah this heat, Is making me pout. The heat has stripped, My motivation Little miss Curious' Inspiration.
White paper note blank. Like a long white coat No ideas.
Just sit down and write, Forget about it all. If only for tonight, You could write till morning calls. Sit down and write, Just let your stresses pass.
I try to write, Nothing comes out. Perhaps it's mental drought. I'm out. Or a bad reaction to all the hate. So tired, getting late. Not a broken heart or tortured soul as of late.
So it seems I've lost the skill With my words I've lost the will Abandoned here, all alone Words have left me far from home My mind struggles to form a line Maybe this is all a sign Maybe I'm not a...
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