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 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.
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 about how much time I've spent alone over the past several years and the conversations that I have with myself in my head on a daily basis, both bad and good.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about how some things fly away out of our control. It was written entirely to and inspired by a piece of music by an artist I recently discovered, "Petti Fryi Petti" by Eivor. I was walking to the store and wrote this on the sidewalk, as the music was literally pulling the words out of me. It also helps that I don't understand the language it is sung in, but I have since learned that there is a version in English called "Piece by Piece".
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 recently that experiments with a unique rhyme scheme that helps to pace the piece rhythmically.
This is a poem that I wrote comparing the changing of days in different seasons to elastic.
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.