I used to write poetry to let go of feelings.
But then I stoped feeling.
And suddenly I was writing about nothing.
Cynical ideas based on selfish ideals.
Cold words blanketed by sad meanings.
If nothing at all, nothing meant anything and that in itself was the end of the beginning.
I write just to write not to write to have meaning.
I want to write again to write something worth feeling.
To write poetry that clings to the heart.
That makes minds ponder, each word and each thought.
I’ve had friends, family, and teachers tell me to write and not stop.
This poetry must mean something if so.
I owe it to them to write from the soul.
I’ll continue to write,
To express how I feel.
To write from my heart,
To make words make you feel.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 4:52 AM UTC
I used to write poetry to let go of feelings.
But then I stoped feeling.
And suddenly I was writing about nothing.
Cynical ideas based on selfish ideals.
Cold words blanketed by sad meanings.
If nothing at all, nothing meant anything and that in itself was the end of the beginning.
I write just to write not to write to have meaning.
I want to write again to write something worth feeling.
To write poetry that clings to the heart.
That makes minds ponder, each word and each thought.
I’ve had friends, family, and teachers tell me to write and not stop.
This poetry must mean something if so.
I owe it to them to write from the soul.
I’ll continue to write,
To express how I feel.
To write from my heart,
To make words make you feel.
