
I am all dried out.
I just don’t have anything.
That I can write, now.
I don’t have any poems.
Or anything else to blog…
-aaa
Originally Published 05/31/2024

I am all dried out.
I just don’t have anything.
That I can write, now.
I don’t have any poems.
Or anything else to blog…
-aaa
Originally Published 05/31/2024

I can’t write anything new
No matter what I say or do
–
My brain is scratching
Creativity isn’t catching
–
Maybe a haiku will do…
-aaa
Originally Published 05/19/2024

Out of ideas
I don’t know what I can write
Maybe just a loon.
In the bright light of the moon
Oh, whatever will I do
-AAA/MAD 08/12/2024
Originally Published 04/26/2024

Don’t worry the words will come
Keep writing them all down
Using all fingers and thumbs
This isn’t your first go around.
🤯
Exercises and brainstorms
Still, they do not come
Stretching your brain clear it of worms
You’re still brilliant, not dumb.
🤯
Yet the paper is empty devoid of prose
Lonely and sad and without content
The right thoughts are just under your nose
Yeah, each one is crooked and bent.
🤯
The hours get later and later
And still, nothing arrives
Your frustration leaves a deeper crater
But your perseverance survives.
🤯
Now a mere trickle
Things start to come together
The block and mental pickle
Hopefully gone forever.
🤯
Your work is nearly complete
You never thought it would arrive
Writers block is never discreet
As some works, never survive.
🤯
The end at last, the time is now
You’re written work is finished
And You make a silent vow
Thank God your talent has not diminished…
-aaa

Oh ,Inspiration.
Where did you go, I need you.
Please return soon.
Ideas must come right now.
Or our readers will suffer…
-MAD/AAA 07/21/2024

Laying silently on my bed
No ideas, are in my head
Closed eyes, now rest a bit
You’ll find something after your sleep
Just relax, and your mind will keep
Everything it sees fit.
–
Do not rush to awaken yet
Dreamt ideas are best to get
Once your dream ends, you rise
Now work, those new ideas, hard
Write with intention and regard
Shaped, right before your eyes…
-AAA 07/17/2024

I
haven’t
written
–
Anything
new
today,
yet.
–
I need ideas…
-aaa

What
Shall
I
Write
Today?
Which
Poetic
Devices
Shall
I
Use?
I
Don’t
Know….
-aaa

I am all dried out.
I just don’t have anything.
That I can write, now.
I don’t have any poems.
Or anything else to blog…
-aaa

I can’t write anything new
No matter what I say or do
–
My brain is scratching
Creativity isn’t catching
–
Maybe a haiku will do…
-aaa

Once upon a Wednesday time
The author couldn’t find a rhyme
🔍
Near and far he’d search
But was left in a lurch
🔍
Is he no longer in his prime?
-aaa

When the words don’t come.
The output becomes drivel.
And the discards grow.
-aaa

Don’t worry the words will come
Keep writing them all down
Using all fingers and thumbs
This isn’t your first go around.
🤯
Exercises and brainstorms
Still, they do not come
Stretching your brain clear it of worms
You’re still brilliant, not dumb.
🤯
Yet the paper is empty devoid of prose
Lonely and sad and without content
The right thoughts are just under your nose
Yeah, each one is crooked and bent.
🤯
The hours get later and later
And still, nothing arrives
Your frustration leaves a deeper crater
But your perseverance survives.
🤯
Now a mere trickle
Things start to come together
The block and mental pickle
Hopefully gone forever.
🤯
Your work is nearly complete
You never thought it would arrive
Writers block is never discreet
As some works, never survive.
🤯
The end at last, the time is now
You’re written work is finished
And You make a silent vow
Thank God your talent has not diminished…
-aaa