Treasure Island

Stanley Cooper

(August 4th,1926 / New York City)

My Rhyming Block


I find there is nothing much worse
Then my brain refusing to verse
I get all-uptight
With no poems to write
For me, it's a literal curse

When my gray matter's rhyming remiss
With no offer of word rhyming bliss
There's no key for the lock
Of my rhymers write-block
Down deep in this rhyming abyss

It seems I've been dis-adorned-of
Words, poetically shorned-of
I've lost my old knack
Writing rhymes I now lack
I'm feeling lost and forlorn-of

Try climbing Mt. Everest
They say it's a difficult test
But it's easy compared to
Writing poems that I've dared to
This block has me totally stressed

Submitted: Monday, February 13, 2006

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  • Guy Lip-more (6/21/2014 3:43:00 PM)

    As many do I get that block, at times I strive, knowing that I should not do! Then 'it' comes freely some how!
    Anyway, A really good poem. (Report) Reply

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