My Hands Are Up

Writers block.. I have to write 40 poems for creative writing class. So far now i have 23 total including this one.

Poem by poem

I’m never alone

My pencil at my side.

 

Eighteen to go

Ideas running low

As the block is kicking in.

 

A steel wall blocks my thoughts

And puts my words in tangled knots

As I sit here in a daze.

 

Not knowing what to write

Ideas are a mental fight

But this steel wall cannot win.

 

Blow by blow

Ideas are getting low

Should I just give up?

 

I keep on trying

Patience is slowly dying

As the paper stays a barren blank.

 

With no sure luck

My hands are up

That’s when I finally get it.

 

“My hands are up,” I can see it now

The steel wall helped me and showed me how

Thanks to the wall I’ve overcome, seventeen more poems to go.

Reviews

[Lucia Morgan]

this is how i felt when writing the essay for my sat test. bad feeling. but fun poem, though, it's still suger coating the actual presense of writers block. you just have to experience it, there are no words. the only word is devastating. thank you. i enjoyed reading.

[CircusNerd]

haha this is pretty good =]

[Sharkapillar]

Holy crap 40?!?!?!?!?! Even my CW teacher isn't (that) insane!!!!
Liked the poem though, good job
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