Poetry On Medium

My friend, the living tool. So you think you’re the shit but you self-diagnosed yourself wrong and there’s no easy way to say this but you’re a greasy torque wrench that everybody has used at one time or another to get themselves out of a jam and now you lay…

time is running out. consistently, the drip-drip-drip of water against rock, eroding a spot for itself. the slow immersion of land into sea, as tendrils of saltwater creep closer to habitation. do you think the earth spends moments wondering about how it will cease to exist? do you think the turtles discuss amongst themselves, coming…

Defining The Authentic Secret of Poetry. — Edgar Allen Poe once wrote that poetry (delivered by the Greek poiesis) is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. This ancient form of art always flattered me, like I was born to move by her side. “Creating poetry means creating life.” Everyday is a day to celebrate poetry and…

A poem that brings alive the real-self that died — I died when I stopped living It’s been 30 years ago Ever since my soul has been hiding Somewhere. In a shadow Of flowers that cover my grave I’ve put myself in By starting to exist instead of live By losing who I’ve been At night I haunt the graveyard With…

My love… The night is finally here , The beautiful view into the sky Remind me of nothing, but you The way the moon light up the world at night, When the sun is no longer up in the sky Same way you light up my world at its darkest hour. Just as the stars glitters and beautify the night The same way your radiant smile beautify my life And gave it a meaning. Thanks for reading ❤️ 📸 : istockphoto.com

Poem — An Invocation To The Master #365 — What is mine to give Thee here, for all is Thine that doth appear, All that doth by labour accrue, by aimed intent and the perchance too; This day on the year last, I deemed for Thee a persistent gift, One not from Nature plucked, nor shaped by a stranger’s…