This is a poem that I started months ago and never finished. I took the title of it for the working tile (and potential official title) of my next poetry book, and I went back to it a few days ago to write the majority of it.
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago as I sat brewing in my excitement for what the near future has in store for me when I move!
This is a poem that I just wrote using the concept of a wallflower, in its meaning of a person who will show up in a social setting but avoid the spotlight. My great-uncle wrote a poem about a wallflower once that my mother liked, and though I haven't read it, I was inspired by it.
This is a poem that I wrote yesterday about how time has changed me so much and my perception of the world, but despite how much I feel like I burn, I always seem to rise from my ashes and persist as life goes on.
As the title suggests, this is another poem written in spite of writer's block. It is meant to be read quickly, almost like a rap, and was an effort to get as creative as I could with rhyme scheme in order to fight against writer's block and get the creativity flowing once again.
This is a poem that I wrote recently to help me get out of a spell of writer's block. I am working on my long fantasy series as I write poems every couple of days, but the past few weeks I've been in a creative lull. This was an exercise to use rhyme, internal rhyme, and opposing concepts to help get the creativity flowing.
This is a poem that I wrote a few nights ago using the analogy of a burning flame in the darkness.
This is a poem that I wrote last night after the title phrase came to me, inspiring the rest of it. It is just about how quickly life happens and how everything feels like it was just a day ago, all of the events that have led me to where I am today.
This is a poem that I wrote about how sometimes thoughts, memories, and emotions can suddenly pile up and yet pass with the simple closing of the eyes.
This is a poem that I wrote this morning about how some memories were, while other memories are, and about how some goodbyes may never come.