I don’t want to be one of the poets

I don't want to be one of the poetswho loved so deep it broke their heartthat they wrote like none had ever writtenearning millions of lovers for their art I don't want to be one of the poetsthat paid a price in blood and died in lifereleasing their soul in all of their versesto be…

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Shelley

A violent summer storm'twas said took him washed ashore, unrecognisedsave by a copy of KeatsO poet, your passion your rebellion I applaud'Mad' may you have been But you're one of my godsThe first to truly inspireto whisper straight to my soulyour words came to lifethe moment I held them close And though I may wanderI…

5 years on WordPress

Ishaisms Though I registered on WordPress on this day, in 2017, it wouldn't be until the second of January in 2018 that I would make my first blog post. I was always someone for traditional publishing- not wanting my work to be put up online, until a close friend created and gifted the blog to…

Subtexts

The fine gifts of the poet's muse sore to the eyes of those aroundwho'd rather see the warmth of lies than with the truth come to terms So, the poet leaves them unwrappedbehind secret doors, that they be hidand only in the purple dusk be looked atglazed wrap n' ribbons fingered but slightly And in…

On Haikus

End and beginningtheir beauty lies deep withinsurface brevity © Dedicated to the poet who taught me that haikus aren't "silly little things".