{At the end of the road / Where do I go / Feeling so alone / With nobody to call home} a poem about what happens when one dies.

Trigger warning in all of my writing, as it mostly happens when I am in my head and not in good space. Can possibly include SH themes.

{I'm dreaming of a warm milk sky / The kind you can’t see with a naked eye…} a poem about hoping for things to one day get better.

{If I make a funny face / Will you make one too / Or will your fog / Dust up the glass / So I can't see you?} a poem about feeling detached.

The words of a parent can tear you apart as quickly as they can lift you up. Some parents don't even need words, but a simple look.

In this entry of Poet Philosophy, the poem turns inward, listening to the quiet voice that lingers behind words and memories. It reflects on the echoes of past experiences, the feelings carried silently, and how those fragments of the self shape our understanding of life and emotion. Through reflective, lyrical language, the poem invites readers to pause, acknowledge, and dwell in the subtle truths and beauty that exist in quiet moments and inner reflection.

Welcome to Poet Philosophy. This first entry is an intimate exploration of thought and emotion through free-verse poetry. It examines the small and profound moments that shape our lives — the quiet struggles, fleeting insights, and sparks of understanding that remind us why we feel and think as we do. Words are treated here not merely as letters, but as maps of the mind and echoes of the heart. This piece invites readers to reflect, pause, and dwell in the beauty of human experience, setting the tone for a journey of introspection, curiosity, and heartfelt expression. .

This entry is about.... silence..... again, another entry I found in previous journals- As someone who rides the lovely wave of non-verbal communication plenty of the time, silence has become a rock and friend in my life. I hope you feel impacted by the simplicity, I know I sure do!

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The story of how I felt when my grandfather passed away. He was a stoic man; he was never one to show much of his feelings. I'm the complete opposite.

This poem is about the frailty of life. How it can be gone in an instant. Just like an hourglass, you only have so much time.

A different make up of souls strut on by without a care in the world. Taint my spirit with one strike; turn your dollar to make not one cent.

No one ever said the boy who cried wolf was perfect. Some days must’ve been better than others. And in the days that were good, there was still something wrong with him.

Hey yall. So I made a poem. I've never done this before besides in English class. Haha. Anyways, lemme know what yall think. I might do more. I'm excited to do this. I've been told for so long that I need to. So I now I'm going to test the waters. Much love and God bless. 🙏🏿 This is kinda personal. I was in a back and forth relationship for 2 years with a narcisstic girl and also I think is a dismissive avoidant. I don't know who can relate. This is the first time in my life where I felt destroyed but am picking myself back of and find me again. I took time to put my thoughts in writing and articulated it to this. Let me know what yall think. Thank yall and God Bless. 🙏🏿

This is a poem I wrote about my life. At the age of 14 I was adopted out of the US foster system by a family I thought was happy, loving, and supportive just to turn around and realize that they would hurt me.

This work was inspired by both an admiration for the beauty & agility of dragonflies, as well as a deep introspective dive into the nature of the passage of time. Both notions coming together for me while on a solo camping trip and during a brilliant sunset. This is Version #1 of 2. The 2nd is underway and will be posted here asap. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this work.

Poem written in 2019. A short but meaningful one for my wife and myself. Writing is original work. Background art is original as well.

I have a tradition where I write a poem on Dec 31st of every year to describe how the year felt. This is my poem from Dec 31, 2020. I was lucky enough to be in a part of the world that was sheltered from the worst of covid, being in a small beach town on the pacific coast of Costa Rica. The cities there did worse, as did every densely populated area of the world. I was lucky and grateful and I'll never forget that.

Sometimes I tell myself
it wasn’t my fault.
That she made her choice
 for her own reasons,
 that life just unfolded
the way it did. But the truth always circles back.
And it whispers—
you could’ve said yes.
 You could’ve said more,
done more,
 been more.

I KNEW SHE WOULD NEVER CHOOSE ME.AND STILL,HER PRESENCE OPENDED MY EYES. EVEN IF IT WAS ONE SIDED, IT WAS WORTH IT.