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I find it helps just to write things down - snippets of words, a phrase that you like, any ideas you wish to expand on!. Best way to overcome writers block!? Start writing!. If you only use 5% of what you write down, that's still better than having 0% to work with!.

Then start building, rework it, and rework it!.!.!.!.and rework it some more!.
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Yea, kinda like what pearl said,

Go take a walk, around a quiet peacful place where you can relax, Bring a notebook and pen (or pencil) so you can write down what you need to, And finally, just enjoy all the surroundings!! There's a great world out there and you can be inspired just by enjoying it and knowing it's there!!

Best of luck from a former poet,
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write acrostics first like this

Captain John Smith

Captain John Smith Sir, is my name

Aye Sir I am reporting for duty

Please tell me where to go today or
Tomorrow

As you wish, always ready to obey your command

I am at yours to demand!.

Now it’s your turn to speak!.


Johns the name if you recall

Only then I shall go away

Have you made up your mind!?

Now where would you like to send me sir!?


Sir I am waiting for your command

May you like to send me to the Mediterranean or

Towards you all eyes are turned

How about a homely task if I may ask!?


then write like these ones



KISS ME MISS

Miss, Miss, do give me a kiss,
Kiss, kiss, I do not wanna miss
Sis, where is your sis, I’ll give her a kiss

Then they say how one kisses, any way
What is French and what is American
What kiss is Japanese and what really is Chinese,
It’s all in ones imagination,

Those who are racial
Or have feelings of being commercial
Do not know how far a kiss can go
Even there down below!.

Yes Miss can help, miss a train for you!.
Just kiss and kiss and kiss
do not let any go amiss!.
And you will see
That all kisses are for free

Yes before foreplay and after,
Even after any earthly disaster,
It’s a kiss that one hankers for
Since time's gone by for centuries for sure!.
Now go ahead and kiss your dear,
Yes my friend without any fear,
Oh this secret message of kiss,
do not unfurl to your kissing miss!.

AM I A POET!?!?!? KISS me; Miss
composed by a born uneducated poet
''HELLO CANADA''
SMILE
Mostly I smile all the while
I smile all my way, in my inimical style,
And when I smile all my friends say
Are you happy, why are you so gay,

Then comes along this girl I knew
Phew, how lovely really unlike, so few!.
I looked at her and smiled her way
She smiled at my smile right- away,
And then took my smile away!.

I went unto her, for her hand to ask
Do you know what she had to give!?
No, no, no, just do not ask!.

She smiled back and gave a flying kiss,
Which honestly I tried to catch and was sure not miss!.
Then as for a while I looked away,
She was gone far, far distance away

She took my smile away from me
And that’s when I lost my smile you see,
Do you now realise, how I lost my smile,
I myself was wondering all this while!.

It was in the wilderness so far, heaven knows where,
And when she had gone and my smile wasn’t there,
I was all the time wondering, was that one you!.
Return my smile you stole away,
Yes darling I love you in all life’s way
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i think you should turn everything off around you!.!.!.!.like tv, lights, ceel phone, computer, then look out the window!.

its a great place out there!.!.!.im sure you'll be good enough to find something!.:]Www@QuestionHome@Com

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aw man I know what you mean!.
go take a walk!. bring a notebook!.
observe what's around you!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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Go party, have some fun!. Being a poet and writing poetry are two different things!. You need to free up some emotions about what your wanting to write about!.
Dear Lady Blue
Has he lost so much he no longer cares about anything he gains, his Heart eternally chained despite how agonizingly intense the pain to his Dear Lady Blue, who try as he might he cannot blame, for her Love was an emotion no man could ever tame, just the same the only thing he could do is pursue his Dear Lady Blue, her soft touch of pain could bring a soul the coldest rain leading to a fatal flu, contracted again the pathogen of his Dear Lady Blue,
He lays awake rehashing his mistakes until the light of dawn his tortured insomnia breaks, pondering how his last nights attempt at an explanation was misconstrued, his presentation of practiced lines inside his mind rang so terribly true, then became horribly confused, his words of Love his tongue abused, his feelings he could not defuse, lines he’d wished he’d put on hold he awkwardly told to his Dear Lady Blue,
The world is now a smaller place, he has to walk for miles to see an unfamiliar face, everyone he knows he could easily replace, his memories of Love forever now defaced and cold, dark corners of the night does his brokenhearted primal id embrace, disgraced he walks alone along the cobblestone streets in emotional defeat, wholly lost and incomplete, his hostilities are not easily defused deeply laid are the mines by Dear Lady Blue,
She’s embedded in his memories as an enigmatic misery which he wishes he could relegate to history as another soap operatic tragedy, how many busted hearts has jealousy torn apart with its ensuing gloom struck by cupidity’s darker arrow of doom, another unfortunate heart consumed in lieu of courtship of one, the one, Dear Lady Blue,
Drawn in by her elegance, astounded by her intelligence they’re attracted like moths to a flame, burned again and again but they refuse to yield to the pain, looking from the outside in one would begin to ask if they were sane or just a bit off queue for returning time after time to pine over Dear Lady Blue,
He’s a twisted, tangled emotional man is disarray as he wonders through the streets of broken hopes and dreams which for him hold only lonely days, this is how the story plays when the script is written long before the world knew of you, but even back then there was love loran bodies inline for review, everyone’s succumb to a Dear Lady Blue,
He feels like a Dead Man Walking, the outline of his corpse they’ll soon be calking, the universes inertia, now visa versa as the Reaper he is now stalking, the suicidal siren sings as he flies to Hell on broken wings, the ferry man never had a clue as over the River Styx he swiftly flew, so quickly is our time here through, the execution for his payment of penitence adjudicated by Death sentience is far overdue, demised by the lullabies of Dear Lady Blue,
The sadness, madness create a deep morass of depression, the expression of what his world’s become, dust and bones, we die alone, no where was really ever home when it’s all said and done, he returns to the dope, the beer and of course the guns, cares not that his life has come unglued, what do you do when your love’s abused, so feel misused, men will die over Dear Lady Blue!.

MadmanINK!.
Joel Beauette
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