I am the rocks as the waves come crashing to shore.
I am the beach, as the waves caress the sand.
I am the light guiding ships to safe harbor.
I am…
I am the mountains standing tall to touch the heavens.
I am the dirt that builds the foundation for which to stand.
I am the leaves that make the forest dance.
I am…
I am nothing to some, everything to all.
I am the whispers of the wind, the voice of thunder.
My bounty is plentiful but not unlimited.
I am…
One side pushed, the other pulled.
Like waves, they danced.
Without one, the other could not exist.
A tide set to its own rhythm.
In perfect balance, the water sparkled on moonlit shores.
A storm brewed in the distance.
Where one saw chaos, another saw calm.
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Another title with no words. "Push and Pull" Nothing more than an idea, now fully brought to life. Initially meant to be a full fledged article, now a poem. Why? It's a complicated idea best told in simplicity. I also thought it would be the perfect experiment. This poem can be read top down and bottom up all the while still making sense and slightly shifting the perspective. A fun idea extremely difficult to execute.
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Thanks for reading; love all the support I’ve been getting the last few weeks! As always, feel free to comment below as I love reading your comments and hearing your feedback!
Time falls, all around us.
Each moment, a splash.
When life knocks, time answers.
A constant monsoon; sweeping, churning.
Breathing. sighing. And crying.
When time falls, it falls as raindrops;
A soothing melody to lull you to sleep;
Or a constant storm, left sorrow to reap.
When we reach out our hand, we feel the rain.
Every memory, as real as the day before.
Those moments, unchanging or born anew.
In the end, it not so much matters,
For time is all around us and nothing is ever truly lost.
Thanks for reading! It’s great to be back in the swing of things. I’ve really enjoyed writing poetry for the last 6 months and am happy to see my skills moderately improving. I have big plans for the year and am hoping to finish the year strong with plenty of content heading into November and December for the blog. It’s been tough adjusting to work and while I might feel exhausted, I haven’t been willing to sacrifice quality for quantity.
Cheers,
– Mike
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I love producing content. As I grow as an individual, so does my content. What was once acceptable now isn’t. As such, more time is spent working on each post. I do all edits, research, and content creation. Whether it’s taking photos for a post one day to writing poetry the next, my blog is keeping me busy. Donations are appreciated and are used to invest in creative pursuits whether that be writing classes, art lessons, and anything in-between.
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Distant dreams, I know not where
Shadows crept, turning meadows grey
Day faded and night came.
He walked, searching, calling and echoes cried back
The darkness hungered and enjoyed the snack.
Fragmented memories, stitched together.
A tapestry, constantly unwoven and rewoven,
yet never complete
He closed his eyes and remembered.
The sun beat on his face and warmth filled the air.
Whatever darkness, he dared not care.
And so he stitched his tapestry with gold,
remembering his tale was yet to be told.
Funds to send Mike to Mars
I love producing content. As I grow as an individual, so does my content. What was once acceptable now isn’t. As such, more time is spent working on each post. I do all edits, research, and content creation. Whether it’s taking photos for a post one day to writing poetry the next, my blog is keeping me busy. Donations are appreciated and are used to invest in creative pursuits whether that be writing classes, art lessons, and anything in-between.
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To the Moon 
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