Tag: art

Light

July 20th, 2026

LIGHT (Acrostic)

Light up the dark

In every way possible

Going from pitch black to pure brightness

Hoping to phase it out at the root

To also use light to fill up spaces of emptiness

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We Become The Words

July 19th, 2026

As poets

We become the words—

the written and heard,

the classic or absurd,

just simply; painting pictures with words,

lines and phrases,

nouns or verbs,

As poets,

We become the words—

in a world that we express,

within humanity to be nothing less,

a poetical success; as we possess,

a passion for the art—

that we often obsess over,

As we—

breathe life into poetry,

for each rhyme of the poetic lines,

signifies a thousand heartbeats that define,

as we clarify the thoughts of a poetic mind,

artistic and dignified,

poetic ideas classified—

until they land upon the page,

As we—

the poets continue to engage,

and wage poetical war upon each page,

As poets,

We become the words—

and the very surge of poetic energy;

and watch as we—

continue to converge,

and aim to emerge; at a higher poetic level,

unseen and unheard—

as we tend to,

smile at each subject and verb,

definitions and meanings—

held in place; with each poetic greeting,

but we never wave goodbye,

or move away from poetry—

As poets,

We become the words,

within concentrated fields and layers,

within devoted years and the purveyors,

artists and wordsmiths—

for when it comes to poetry,

we just can’t seem to resist,

writing or reciting,

as poetry feels so inviting,

pen in hand and held firmly by,

a very determined wrist—

paper just waiting to be filled,

and in these moments for us,

time seems to stand still,

just for us,

As we—

follow our minds and hearts,

instead of a syllabus,

poetic imagination running wild,

and doing so with a smile,

As we—

hold the poetical keys,

for what we do isn’t theoretical,

we just simply be,

with the joy of building each one,

upon completion; after what we’ve done,

for we are not the straight line,

but rather the curve—

and poetry gives back to us; what we deserve,

to share or self serve,

and not to be unnerved,

for with each poetic line—

we fly and climb like the birds,

so forget what you think,

what you might have heard,

or believe to know—

and from what may or may not occurred,

For we—

For we—

As poets,

Have truly become the words.

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Not Waiting

July 18th, 2026

I am on a poetic mission

With every poetic rendition

And I’m not waiting for permission

For I give myself permission

To be more of me

And as to what I can poetically achieve

The overall authority

To readily write poetry openly and freely

For I’m not waiting for what anyone may think

As I have lived on the edge and creative brink

Through the rough and tough and too much

Primarily due to someone believing I’m not enough

But so out of sorts and touch

With reality and the deepness of us

That is me and artistry

Me and also the art of poetry

The very thing that comes to me naturally

Skillfully and soulfully

Wholeheartedly and creatively

As I will no longer wait

To be the real me

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Express

July 17th, 2026

I have the right to express

And not suppress

I have the freedom to express

And do nothing more or less

I have the mind to express

And the desire to be a poetic success

For I have the heart to express

And surpass even at my best

I have the strength and poise

To bring on the poetic noise

Along with the soul to further attest

For nothing or no one will ever keep me

From all the ways to express

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PM Thoughts

July 17th, 2026

Being a Poet….Post 1

One of the best things to ever happen to me. And one that I don’t take lightly or for granted. Though quite a journey for me, and for the majority quite nice. But I cannot say that ups and downs haven’t occurred. As with any artist and their artistry, this will and can happen from time to time. You second guess a piece, you’re wondering if to share it or not, life happens and maybe you’re not as active with it. But no matter what, keep pushing, keep on being that poet and the best one you can be.

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A Random Idea

July 16th, 2026

Sitting and thinking

About nothing in the moment

But then all of a sudden

Here comes a random idea

An idea that I

Never saw coming

But so glad that it arrived

And not bothering to ask why

Just basking in this sudden thought

And wondering as to where it could lead

As I didn’t feel the need

To think anything at that time

But this random idea seems so nice

That I couldn’t help but smile

For it showed up for a reason

It showed up for a specific purpose

And in the season thereof

For this random idea

Just seems like it came

From above

But who I am to judge

So I decided to take part in this

For this could be that one idea

That I’m glad I didn’t miss

And the acceptance of it

For I can really work with this

To construct and turn this into

Something extraordinary and unique

For random ideas are at times

Quite discreet

Not known to repeat

And laid dormant

Until it was time to meet

As random ideas are usually

The best ones that noone saw coming

Nor thought they would ever see

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Typed Up

July 15th, 2026

A poem typed up

Doesn’t take away from the art

A poem typed up

Is still the sum of all of its parts

A poem typed up

Whether slow or done in a rush

A poem typed up

Still has a brush with words

A poem typed up

Is no less effective or creative

A poem typed up

Will still have just as much

Of an impact even when heard

A poem typed up

Is still very much poetry

And takes nothing away from it

Just because its done digitally

A poem typed up

Is still a poem

Still does poetry justice

Still possesses poetic attributes

It’s just being created in a different way

Type or write

Penned on paper

Or displayed by screen

For poetry done in this manner

Is still what it seems

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Built

July 15th, 2026

BUILT (Acrostic)

Become the very best poet

Unapologetic and truly magnetic

Ignited by a fire that never goes out

Loving the art of poetry full blown

Taking the art to new heights without a shadow of doubt

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Hello

July 15th, 2026

HELLO (Acrostic)

How you treat someone

Echoes much about oneself

Learning who reflects back in the mirror

Long term and through interactions

Ongoing and well beyond just your life alone

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The Falloff Period of a Poet

July 14th, 2026

Like a wilted flower

so is a poet that; loses their passion for the art,

or one that has gone on hiatus for a long time,

affected by writer’s block—

or other factors of life getting in the way,

for even one day,

without a poet attached to poetry,

is a moment of silent absence; and reclusion

or may have temporarily; lost the feeling of inclusion,

and I’m not one to just say—

but rather a poet that knows it,

and has unfortunately happened to,

here and there,

and never seems fair—

for poetry has always been a home,

and a sweet escape; into the world of words,

a dimension or realm of poetic lines,

and would never mind; abiding within the confines,

of the art of poetry—

no place for a poet to be,

no area for the poetic mind to reside,

and felt deep down inside,

as poetry for a poet—

was always meant to feel alive,

occur often and rise,

and poetically shine—

beyond everyday life itself; and through the hard times,

with a poetic smile buried deep within,

and just simply being and not pretending,

so I implore every poet—

to not allow this to happen to you,

if it can be helped,

for the art of poetry—

wouldn’t be the same; if you aren’t yourself,

and without you contributing and crafting,

more into its further existence,

and vital importance—

and the hope and pulse—

to never allow or show,

be blocked or feel off as we know it,

for we cannot allow ourselves to be,

or ever succumb to—

The falloff period of a poet.

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