The cover photo on this page represents writer’s block at a time when typewriters were in use. (Photo prompt by Marcella Leff, administrator)
You may write a poem in any one or all of these forms- HAIKU, ACROSTIC, FREE VERSE, or RHYMING QUATRAIN about writer’s block. Explanation about your poem is permissible. Photos with your post will be deleted. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.
Winner will be judged by the most original comments. One person can make many comments but only counts as one comment for winning at the end of the time limit. Your own comments do not count because you cannot judge your own poem. Comments being counted begins on June 9TH, 9:30pm if this event was posted earlier than stated date/time.
Contest will be from June 9 until June16, 9:30 pm. All members are invited to enter this contest. You can add your friends to join. Challenge them.
Administrators may post examples of poems but are not eligible to win. Administrators can like your poems but their comments do not count.
A new prompt will be posted every week. Winner will be posted on the main group page.
I cover my ears wanting to scream
I feel a headache coming on
I didn’t want to see your face
A scene from way back in a dream.
You always come at the
Most inopportune times
An uninvited guest for sure
Run away,I say, go chase the cat!
I rest my head upon my arms
Tears fall into the pit of keys
I have a deadline for heaven’s sake
Come on brain, turn on that charm.
My eyes fall heavy, they rest; I sleep
I chase words in clouds of air
What’s that noise? oh crap he’s home
Now I am in trouble, way too deep.
I stand, I yawn, I scratch my head
I head for the kitchen door
I really wish I wasn’t here
I’d rather be in bed or dead.
I mix, I fry, and make a mess
I chop the lettuce fine
I hurry and leave that heated room
Slipping on my prettiest dress.
I fix his plate, I butter his bread
I pour him his cold beer
I watch him eat then the light comes on
New ideas racing straight in my head.
I leave him sit, to burp and fart
I race to my set of keys
Ideas bouncing round and round
I must catch them before they depart.