This is a poem that I wrote recently as a response to my previously written poem, "Dead in the UK". I wrote that one months before knowing I'd be taking a trip to the UK so soon, and I write this one as a response after having gone to the UK and seeing the exact cliffs I had always felt a calling to go to.
This is a poem that I wrote several weeks ago about trees after spending a day hiking in the woods. I have always felt like trees are watching me, judging me almost, as I walk and talk by myself in their forest.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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