
Time to pause,
As all good poetry is
but a practice of
Metered thought
and the rhythm of
how practical verse can be.
So, with genteel caution
thrown to the wind…
write bad poetry…
then pause to write
good poetry once again.

Time to pause,
As all good poetry is
but a practice of
Metered thought
and the rhythm of
how practical verse can be.
So, with genteel caution
thrown to the wind…
write bad poetry…
then pause to write
good poetry once again.

Full of pomp,
circumstance,
and prayers,
It is time to turn
the ink from tears
to the poetry
it was meant to be.
Pick up the pen,
put it to the page…
and let the verse
expose the differing
emotions that hold you
as a slave.

Is it a sin
to give gratitude
for the win?
Being able to convert
all of life's little hurts
into form and verse…
For me that is enough
to be grateful for,
that poetry exists.

Give me the pen
My brain is alight,
It is time for me
to write poetry tonight.
Perhaps I should pause
for the verse speaks
volumes and more,
but I think it solves
the internal war.

the joy of poetry
is not shared
helplessly.
instead I believe
the joy of poetry
is the moment
when connection
is made.

Forgotten verse
equates to a poet's tears,
for the pen needs
to scratch the words
in such a way to
highlight immortality.
Though I didn't think
the poetry would be
all that I would need ,
reality is always the answer
to weave the life into the abstract
of verse into my dreams .

Writing poetry
gives memories
to the ones that read
and the ones that write,
connection building invisibly
to all that the world needs them to be.
Picking up the pen almost feels
like a tribute to all the words
I have written before and to those
who have read them unknowingly.

Pen and Ink
Open a vein
Even in desperation,
Mostly it is the moment you chose the rhyme.
Infinity in a moment
Not a verse forgotten.
Maybe it is just a passing thing…
Or a personal choice,
The reason matters not.
Instead the beauty of the result
Outweighs the problem
Needing a definition anyway.

To write is but to grant the moment
a chance to immortality,
Each verse a moment written to
evade the reaper.
Penning immortality
in poetry form,
writing as the reaper voices
eternity.

To weave the words
into the poetic art
is a joy beyond...
painting emotion
into verse of the heart
it is often a relief.