This is a poem that I wrote recently, partially inspired by things I have felt and experienced in the past, but not entirely based on my own experience. It's just about the concept of love coming to an end because often times only one person sees it coming.
Category: Poetry
There is No Escape
This is a poem that I wrote recently about how it seems there is no escape to how far society and technology has progressed, and the world will not find peace and quiet again until another ice age.
If the Shoe Fits
This is a poem that I wrote recently that experiments with a unique rhyme scheme that helps to pace the piece rhythmically.
All the More Beautiful
I began listening to the Seven Days Walking music again by Ludovico Einaudi and as always it inspired some writing and this is the results; a poem about the beauty of things that don't last.
Elastic Days
This is a poem that I wrote comparing the changing of days in different seasons to elastic.
Definitions of Perfection
This is a poem that I wrote about the reality that we are all very different, that we all have different ideas of perfection and what would make a perfect world, therefore we cannot create a world that is perfect for everyone and that's okay.
Polar Throne
This is a poem that I wrote recently about how to the core of the essence of truth, people really know and own very little. We are taught things and believe them, and hold things and claim them, but in reality we only know our thoughts and own our bodies; nothing more.
Tree to Stump
This is a poem that I just wrote inspired by listening to a lot of Norwegian music such as Wardruna and AURORA, that take nature and ancient culture into vast consideration.
Poems of Insomnia: Four Poems Written in the Late of Night
I don't think that I have previous made any posts containing multiple poems, so I thought that this might be fun. I was up late last night, just wired with inspiration and melodies in my head, so I ended up writing four poems very quickly one after another. Only positive thoughts; only good inspiration; only in the dead of night.
Open-Ended Garden
This is a poem that I just wrote comparing the lives of people to those of flowers.
