
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.

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.
I didn’t like the prompt today…
also I saw the typo in the last stanza after I posted it. it should say For even their own scripture tells them to behave differently.

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.