I need help!?

Question

Ok, I write for our school paper and I always write poetry for the last 2 years! But now, my mind is a blank!!!!!!!!!!!! I need inspiration! Oh, please, if anyone has a poem that will help inspire me, please post it! Oh, and IF, I repeat IF, anyone is willing to donate poetry to me, it would be a really, really, REALLY big help!!!! A big thanks to all!

Answer 1

When I heard this poem, It got me really inspired to write again...

The Paradox of Our Age

We have taller buildings but shorter tempers; wider freeways but narrower viewpoints; we spend more but have less; we buy more but enjoy it less; we have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, yet less time; we have more degrees but less sense; more knowledge but less judgement; more experts, yet more problems; we have more gadgets but less satisfaction; more medicine, yet less wellness; we take more vitamins but see fewer results. We drink too much; smoke too much; spend too recklessly; laugh too little; drive too fast; get too angry quickly; stay up too late; get up too tired; read too seldom; watch TV too much and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values; we fly in faster planes to arrive there quicker, to do less and return sooner; we sign more contracts only to realize fewer profits; we talk too much; love too seldom and lie too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; we've done larger things, but not better things; we've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice; we write more, but learn less; plan more, but accomplish less; we make faster planes, but longer lines; we learned to rush, but not to wait; we have more weapons, but less peace; higher incomes, but lower morals; more parties, but less fun; more food, but less appeasement; more acquaintances, but fewer friends; more effort, but less success. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication; drive smaller cars that have bigger problems; build larger factories that produce less. We've become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, but short character; steep in profits, but shallow relationships. These are times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure and less fun; higher postage, but slower mail; more kinds of food, but less nutrition. These are days of two incomes, but more divorces; these are times of fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, cartridge living, thow-away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies and pills that do everything from cheer, to prevent, quiet or kill. It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stock room. Indeed, these are the times!

Answer 2

It would be easy to just "give" you a poem...but since you have been writing poetry for the past two years, you should continue to do so...however, a writer's block is a writer's block and sometimes you need a little inspiration...so here goes:

You probably sit next to someone while you're working at your school paper, or if not, then you obviously work next to someone in class.
So, write about "looking at their paper for inspiration". Write about how you have a writers block and you're so desperate that you're willing to look at someone taking a test to get some sort of inspiration.

If that doesn't do it for you, then write about how your paper and your pencil don't seem to be getting along...how they used to work in perfect harmony, scrawling out poem after poem, but now they just sit there pretending they don't know each other...something along those lines.

I hope this gives you enough inspiration to break through your writer's block and get back to writing your own poetry :)

good luck and keep writing

Answer 3

Fantasy Sprite

Oh, Squanderer of youth you tickle my fancy
Rushing in for a peek and off again dancing
Around and around for I can catch my breath
Leaving me to wonder if I’m doing my best

Whimsically plying your mind freeing song
Touching and teasing, taunting me along
Offering your fantasies, so pleasing to hear
Tinkling of your moonbeams sounding so clear

Sun risings sunsets full moons and even the tides
All bring something different and pleasant to this ride
You force me to stop to see things through your eyes
And bring a Wind Song to blow sweetly through my life

Wind kissing my face and rushing through my hair
Freeing my mind from the stagnation of cares
Here but a brief moment then so quickly you’ve gone
Leaving part of your spirit with this new gentle song

A fantasy sprite my mind says you must be
Riding along on your beautiful light streams
Oh how your laughter invades this jaded mind
Reminding me there was once another place and time

Susan Palmer-Davis

Copyright ©2001 Susan Palmer-Davis
All Rights Reserved

Everyone gets 'blocked' sometimes. I have found that it mostly requires time to get past it. I don't know if this poem can inspire you but you are welcome to use it as long as credit is given to me. That copyright isn't there for simple show...lol It is posted on a number of sites, with the copyright.

Answer 4

I went through a period like that too. Whe i wrote poetry it would all come out corny and cliched. But I don't know what happened. I guess i got my muse back, and it inspired me to write this poem.

Fading away

My dreams are there
abstract and created differently
You never looked anywhere
So you think there's nothing there to see

Why do you have to treat me like that?
Am I the only one you try to ingnore?
Is it because I love you too much to react?
That I keep falling more and more?

But you don't know, and you can't see me
You just stand there knowing what you do
But you can't touch and you can't feel me
Yet you don't want to know the truth

I'm falling and you dont want to give a try
I know whats the reason, what happened, and why
I want you to catch me because i can't fly
But you don't want your reputation to pass by

Your scared of falling, of pain, of love
You haven't felt it and are reluctant to
But just a kiss from me will be enough
I reach out, but you push my hand away from you

My mind, my soul, my thoughts my heart
You don't realize what you've done
But your making me fall apart
My broken smiles and cracked laughs have already run

You caused even my tears to shatter
You caused my walls to fall down
You want to think that it doesn't matter
But regret will catch you when it all comes around

But i can't stop to wander
and think of all the things that make you afraid
Can you feel yourself falling under?
Is it me or you that's fading away

what ya think? You can use it if you want, but sign it with NeeNa N at the end.

Answer 5

Want inspiration?
Look at Johnny Depp, if that isn't inspiration enough,
I don't know what is! LOL

Johnny D
When you look at me
all I can see
is me with Johnny D

In a funny mood tonight, sometimes we need humor to
bring us out of a block or slump!

Answer 6

Just to clarify, you wouldn't take somebody else's poem and use it as your own in your school paper, would you?