Feb 16, 2012 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

No More Poems

I can’t write anymore,
No love poems today,

I’m stuck in this rut,
With no plan of escape,

I feel like a puddle of mud,
On this imaginary driveway,

I don’t want to move,
Just laze away all day,

I won’t write a thing,
At least not today,

But I’ll be up all night,
Working away,

And not a single line,
Of these useless rhymes,
Will make a poem,
No way.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Just having a little fun with words. I hate writers block, so whist I was up late I wrote down the way I feel when I encounter writers block. So I guess you can say this poem was born from writers block. How do you, cope with writers block? Enjoy!

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft