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.
This is a poem that I just wrote for Halloween. What I decided to do was first find a good image, and write the poem based on that image. So, it is a story from the speaker's perspective about seeing the ghost of his loved one, being the girl in the image.
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.
This is a poem about caving into the continuous dreams of someone who one tried to stop dreaming of long ago, and is therefore a bit of a sequel to my previous poem "The Librarian".
In honor of Valentine's Day, I figured it was time to finalize this poem that I have been working on for a few weeks. It is about the decision to stop finding inspiration from someone. It is beautiful to let pain inspire you, but eventually you have to stop crediting a painful memory with your creativity.