I joined a challenge to create a poem inspired by the word “road”. And because I am me, I came up with something that wasn’t just about roads, long and winding as some  may be.    Somewhere along that road you will see The footsteps I left behind, so you could follow me. Can’t you see the rocks on the road that I’ve left behind? It’s for you to find me here going almost out my mind. Sitting here, on…

Ten years ago, I joined a network of poets that rallied every Thursday. We’d visit each other’s blogs, read and comment on each other’s poems, and nominate blogs that we truly enjoyed. It was a fun time. I got to write poetry and connect with people who did the same. Unfortunately, as time wen by, I became more caught up with work life that I had less and less time to join the weekly rallies. I eventually stopped joining, but…

My first relationship was when I was fourteen. At that time, that age was still pretty early to get into boys and whatnot. Funny, though, that I had my first relationship at this age, but I only fell in love about a year or two later. I wrote this poem because of an impending breakup. Trust me when say that the poem had more emotion than the actual breakup. That’s the thing I love about poetry. I can start with…

Here’s another one I wrote in high school. I told you, I was deeply infatuated with someone during this period. Let me just tell you now that whatever feelings I had then, they didn’t go anywhere other than the pages of my notebooks, transformed into works of poetry. If there was one good thing that came about, it was that I wrote so many poems because of these unrequited feelings that I had.   Light up my life, and leave…

This poem, I don’t remember when I wrote. I think it was the summer that I was going to be a college freshman. But I also think that I wrote this the summer before my eighteenth birthday. I’m not sure anymore. What I do know is that I was with someone when I wrote this. But this wasn’t for the person I was with. This was for someone else, someone I would never have admitted to thinking about. One of…

When I was in high school, I was deeply infatuated with someone. It’s funny to think about it now, but back then, I was a tortured soul. I was so insecure. I’d never wear my heart on my sleeve. The only place I’d let my feelings out were on paper, in stories and poems that mirrored any young girl’s life. I’d say, for a fifteen, fourteen year old (I don’t remember exactly how old I was when I wrote this),…

I remember writing this when I was in college. I wasn’t always conscious of meters and iambs then. I preferred to write as freely as I wanted, only thinking of rhymes and imagery. I am still not too conscious of those even today, but I think I wrote more freely then, as opposed to the more contained stuff I work on now. Anyway, you be the judge.   Where will I find poetry If you are all of literature to…

Here’s a poem I wrote back when I was such a poet. I don’t remember anymore why I chose this title. I do know that there was a phase where I liked using one-word titles only, so maybe that’s the reason. Anyway, I read this today, and I think I should use this quarantine days to get into poetry again. It’s been so long since I last felt like this. You put both my heart and my soul at ease.…