Here's a few poems.
I'm full of surprises.
For two years in a row I participated in National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) where you are challenged to write a poem, based on a writing prompt, for 30 days in a row.
For two years in a row I participated in National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) where you are challenged to write a poem, based on a writing prompt, for 30 days in a row.
A self-portrait poem for how my life as a podcaster is both growing and dying depending on when the play button is pressed.
A poem about the fear and excitement that drives developers to create artificial intelligence even though it could lead to their own enslavement.
A poem about seeing the ghostly image of my long-passed mother as she visited me one morning just before I was about to wake up.
The poem I wrote is about the Giraffe found in Bosch's *The Garden of Earthly Delights* (Panel One) and how it stands like a king among all the other animals.
The poem I wrote is about how not every rock that passes Earth is what it seems and the curiously close ones might have a more ominous purpose.
This poem was inspired by the news of a US Marine who had taken his own life and what the police detective processing this tragedy would be thinking.
This concrete poem about the life of a cannonball during the American Civil War and then shaped into the image of a cannonball itself.
This hay(na)ku poem about how I keep losing myself in creative projects while drinking coffee, then waiting to use the bathroom almost at that last moment.
This poem about how the meaning and behind flowers, their arrangements, and even sign-language could be used as a code for spies and assassins.
This triolet poem is about Saff, the animal handler in Netflix's hit documentary *Tiger King*, who got mauled by a tiger and never regretted it.
This poem about why not all veterans view punctuality the same way, especially if they give a large part of their life to serving the country.
This poem about my two favorite poets, Robert Frost and Dylan Thomas, and combined them to form a new tale about a traveler caught on the road at night.
A poem about how I see the arrival of a grand Roman army marching into the city of Rome to wild fanfare when I hear *Bolero* by Ravel.
A poem based on an illustration of an astronaut's cracked spacesuit helmet and how much he would miss the escaping oxygen when it was gone.
A poem about a time in my life where technology took an incredible leap forward and showed me the first of an endless number of possibilities.
A poem about the joy of getting up for Saturday morning cartoons and how it compares to the successful launch of a space rocket.
A poem about the three most powerful elements in my office and how each one has power over the other.
A poem about the time I came across a single sheet of paper on the floor of my office. As I bent to pick it up, I noticed that it had been left on purpose.
A poem inspired by the over-the-top flavor-filled moments that only someone with an enduring love for chocolate ice cream can truly understand.
A poem about finding traces of history hidden in everyday life and how they surface unexpectedly when you least expect it.
A poem about the cyclical nature of life, how all things seem to return in perfect circles even if they aren't always recognized.
A poem about the emotional journey of change during a Pisces full moon and its effects on personal growth.
A poem inspired by the rebirth that comes out of life's hardships, symbolized by a phoenix rising from the fire.
A poem about the vastness of the universe and the intimate personal connection one can feel when gazing at the night sky.
A poem about the delicate threads that weave our lives together, using the color blue to symbolize sadness and nostalgia.
A poem about the luxurious, dark softness of a velvet night and the peace that comes with such quiet, slow-moving evenings.
A poem about the quiet, reflective nature of the moon's light, its song to the earth, and the stories it tells the stars.
A poem about the last drop of coffee before the end of a long day, and how it represents the closing of a chapter.
A poem about the emotional weight of standing on a fire escape, caught between the past and the present, with a sense of longing for what was left behind.
A poem exploring the feeling of being haunted by memories, where the past lingers like a ghost, embedded in the very walls of one's existence.
A poem about the profound silence that settles over moments of reflection and how it can feel heavier than words ever could.
A poem that explores the distant echoes of the past, resonating through the trees of a quiet forest, where the wind carries forgotten tales.
A poem about a lost sense of direction, where the compass spins aimlessly, symbolizing moments in life when everything seems uncertain.
A poem reflecting on the unstoppable force of change, symbolized by the rising tide that sweeps everything in its path, bringing both destruction and renewal.
A poem about the faint but persistent light of a lantern in the dark, offering hope and guidance through the darkest of nights.
A poem about the fading voice of a loved one, whose last whisper still echoes in the ears of the listener long after they’ve gone.
A poem about the invisible forces that shape our lives, like the hands that guide us in ways we don’t always see or understand.
A poem about the overwhelming feeling of loss and destruction, symbolized by a sky on fire that consumes everything in its path.
A poem about fragility, likening the heart to glass—beautiful but easily shattered, fragile in the face of life’s harsh realities.
A poem about the quiet beauty of the stars at midnight, their twinkling light offering solace and wonder in the stillness of the night.
A poem about an old, forgotten road that leads to memories of places long abandoned, yet still holding traces of what once was.
A poem about the soothing, steady sound of rain, and how it can bring both comfort and melancholy in equal measure.
A poem about the painful process of letting go of dreams that no longer fit into the reality of one's life, leaving behind only fragments.
A poem about the rumble of distant thunder, a metaphor for the storms brewing in one's heart or mind, and the quiet anticipation before they arrive.
A poem about the blurred line between dreams and reality, and how waking moments can sometimes feel just as surreal as sleep.
A poem about the invisible forces that shape our lives, things we can’t see but feel in our hearts and minds as they influence our decisions.
A poem about the difficult choices we face at the crossroads of life, and the overwhelming sense of uncertainty that comes with them.
A poem about the quiet stillness of winter, with its icy breath and crisp air, painting the world in shades of white and blue.
A poem exploring the layers of emotion and thought that lie beneath the surface of everyday interactions, revealing what is often hidden from view.
A poem about an internal storm, where turbulence brews silently within, unnoticed by the outside world, yet felt deeply within the heart.
A poem about the inevitability of change, like the shifting tides, which arrive with force, changing everything in their wake, whether we’re ready or not.
A poem about the fleeting nature of light, both literal and metaphorical, as the final rays of the day slip away, leaving the world to darkness.
A poem about the fragments of memory that remain after time and distance have worn them down, leaving only pieces of what was once whole.
A poem about the stillness before a moment of change, when everything holds its breath, waiting for the next step, the next decision.
A poem about a melody that lingers on the edges of memory, forgotten but still haunting, like a song you can’t quite remember but can’t escape.
A poem about the serene, almost sacred stillness that comes before dawn, when the world seems to hold its breath, waiting for the first light.
A poem about how time can feel both heavy and fleeting, like an anchor that weighs us down, even as it slips through our fingers.
A poem about transformation and renewal, symbolized by the emergence of new life after the end of an old cycle, a fresh start rising from the ashes.