Writer's Block

I can feel it sneaking up on me again,
claws extended, ready to pounce.
It can silence my writing in one sweep,
making the ink stop flowing,
and my mind go blank.

Sometimes I am able to fend it off,
but it is usually the victor.
It twists through my body,
rendering any writing thoughts useless,
warping the few words that come out,
wringing all emotion from them.

Trying to find a way out of it
is like navigating a pitch-dark cave,
frustrating at best, scream-inducing at worst.
When I'm trapped within its grasp,
I can't say the words I would like to you;
I can't describe the beautiful scenery;
my characters become trapped in limbo.

I await the moment when the monster tires,
and its clenched fist loosens just enough
to enable me to slide out of it.
The escape feels so, so sweet,
as the ink comes rushing from the pen again.
The words are brought to life once more,
and the monster is defeated.
But it's still there, lurking in the shadows,
patiently biding its time
until it decides to strike again.

This is excellent, and very well written, but I do have some points I'd like to point out:

Uh oh. I don't like this line. It takes away from the seriousness of the poem, and doesn't fit the meter.
I can feel it sneaking up on me again,
claws extended, ready to pounce.
It can silence my writing in one sweep,
making the ink stop flowing,
and my mind go blank.

That is the end of that stanza. It's better not to clump stanzas together like you had it, or the reader gets discouraged, and it doesn't make as much sense.

Sometimes I am able to fend it off,
but it is usually the victor.
It twists through my body,
rendering any writing thoughts useless,
warping the few words that come out,
wringing all emotion from them.

Break for next stanza here

Trying to find a way out of it
is like navigating a pitch-dark cave,
frustrating at best, scream-inducing at worst.
When I'm trapped within its grasp,
I can't say the words I would like to you;
I can't describe the scenery outside my window;
my characters become trapped in limbo. This is the only rhyme in your poem, which doesn't fit in my opinion. I feel as though it should either all rhyme, or not rhyme at all. Also, I would end this sentence here and make the changes described below, or this poem threatens to become run-on.

Break for next stanza)

I await the moment when the monster tires, That is how I would phrase this.
and its clenched fist loosens just enough
to enable me to slide out of it. I would remove these two words, it just doesn't sound right to me.
The escape feels so, so sweet,
as the ink comes rushing from the pen again.
The words are brought to life once more,
and the monster is defeated.
But it's still there, lurking in the shadows,
patiently biding its time
until it decides to strike again.


Remember to capitalize the first word of every line! Other than that, very good job . Everything I've mentioned is pure suggestion, I'm not a perfect writer either by any means .

Buh-buh-duh: another poem about writing.

Not that it's necessarily a bad thing, it just gets a little tiring. And this was a decent poem. My one real suggestion would be to separate the stanzas, but unlike the first reviewer I don't see any need to capitalize the first letter of every line (and believe me, at least one reviewer always seems to say this - and if all are capitalized, at least one typically says not to. It's all a matter of opinion and dependent on style). I do agree, though, that the line "uh oh" just doesn't quite fit the general impression of the poem. Yes, I'm honestly tired of poems on writing, but all the same, this wasn't bad at all.
Keep writing,
StoryWeaver

Thank you for helping me with this. I always seem to have trouble separating poems into stanzas, so thanks for giving some suggestions for that. Also, looking back, the "Uh oh" doesn't seem to fit. This was also written to fend off writers block, hence the topic of the poem.

i dont really agree about what wewinwelose had said about this poem.:s.there is no error to said 'uh no'.it make sense for the writer to write it on their poem.It just my opinion,wewinwelose.Hope you doesnt mind about what i say because everbody have their own opinion:)Anyway,i like your poem mellophone:D

Excellent. You maintained the theme throughout the entire piece and wrote with in a coherent style. I especially liked your uses of imagery. Here are some favourites,

s like navigating a pitch-dark cave

I await the moment when the monster tires

But it's still there, lurking in the shadows

The lurking in the shadows reference was especially fitting to the notion of writer's block as being unpredictable.

Sincerely,
Elitehusky