The paper upon which I write
a testament to my failure;
words scratched through,
lines obliterated,
soon join
paper wadded, torn
strewn around the floor.

My pencil, nearly a stub
readies a new sheet,
a clean slate,
radically blurs back and forth
above the paper
as if frustrated to be put to use.

My eyes wander
seeking inspiration
from here to the floor,
suddenly fixated,
glued to one page.

Scattered among the chaos,
words scratched through,
I find what I have
been searching.

What alleviates my fear of writing,
of criticism, and elevates my confidence
to new levels.

I pick up the paper
assemble the words together,
I write,

“No matter what you write,
someone will love it.”

End of the poem

15 random poems

 

Poetry by subject

Some external links:

The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave 

Talking Writing Monster.

Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US

Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe

Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).

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