So, I ended up writing a second poem today, again inspired by the music. This time it was Ludovico Einaudi's "Seven Days Walking (Day 7)" album. This one is a bit more 'raw', and it includes some background noises like a creaking piano bench and it inspired this poem.
This is a poem that I just wrote. The words were simply inspired by the music I was listening to, which was peacefully somber. It was Ludovico Einaudi's "Seven Days Walking (Day 6)" album.
This is a poem I wrote about a concept I often think about; what was life like back then? 'Back then' being multiple eras of time, dating from before humans were civilized throughout the course of time. It must have been so open and quiet and beautiful.
This is a poem that I forgot about until now, that I wrote the other night half asleep before bed. A few times in my past different people have hurt me, whether deliberately or not, and I've been told I play the victim when I react naturally with real emotions. So, apparently I must have taken acting lessons along the way if even I didn't know I was just 'playing' the victim. It's a lighthearted yet bitter poem lol.
This is a poem that I wrote about a song that I used to really love, but at this point has come to haunt me. It played yesterday and seemed all too perfect in the worst sort of way. Alas, it inspired this poem.
This is a poem that I wrote about how I have always been drawn to the cliffs found in Ireland and the UK, where there are rolling fields of natural grass that lead up to steep cliffs above the ocean with no beaches down below. They're so beautiful to me and I feel so drawn to them, and I hope to one die day near a place like that.
This is a poem that I wrote, having hit a pothole while driving just the other day. I drive safely and take good care of my car, so it always fills me with a temporary rage and questions of the use of my taxes when I hit incessant potholes while driving.
This is a poem I wrote about a lost love. My first book of poetry was titled “The Gardens That Were”, and both that title and the title of this poem are derived from a poem that appeared in that book. “gone, lost, departed / like the gardens of her / I would cut it all down / for the gardens that were”. Gardens being something beautiful, were being locked in the past. For me, the memory of her is something beautiful, but something locked in my past.
This is a poem that I wrote recently inspired by a girl that I used to love. She always wore a necklace with a key pendant, so I figured I'd write a poem about it.
This is a poem about having a nameless inspiration. I often write about a nameless her, romantic poetry inspired by no one in particular, and this is about that concept.
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