I love how this embraces the idea that every path, even the messy, unexpected ones, has its place. Reading this reminded me that detours don’t mean failure; they’re just part of the journey, and sometimes the view from them is exactly what we need.✨
Some paths lead to the warm glow of love, others drag you through thorns and dust, yet all of them circle back to language that bruises and blooms at the same time. The poet looks at the world in metaphors, smiles at lies, and even when truth unravels bare, they stitch it back into something lyrical.
Wow… “Here lies love, with my name on the grave. A murder—the weapon: your lies, love.” honestly feels so raw and painfully clear, like love didn’t just fade, it was slowly killed by words that weren’t true. I really felt that line about my name on the grave because it sounds like you lost a part of yourself in the process.
Do you feel like writing this was more about finally naming what hurt you, or about trying to take your name back from what their lies did to you?
For me it's about how when you love someone, and that person's no longer in your life, you not only feel like you're "burying" the love you felt but also the part of you that was part of that relationship. And the second part is more about naming what "killed" that love.
So I think it's about how the end of a relationship transforms us.
Devastatingly beautiful poems Sir Carlos ❤️💔
Thanks Mrs Hood🥹
Mrs!?
*Looks around*
There ain’t no Mrs around here!! 🤣
Now I see how Margaret feels when QH called her Mrs T 😂😂😂
Yeah! See? It's just a sign of respect 😂
You know me better than QH knows Margaret though! Feels too formal! (And old! 😂)
You also know me better than Margaret knows QH yet you call me Sir Carlos… 🤷♂️😁
One more word was my favorite!!!
I have a soft spot for that one.
I particularly like how the "three words" are never said... yet we know what they are😊
Four bits of perfect poetry.
You make this seem so easy. Excellent flow and you say so much with the words implied.
Thanks my friend!
I can assure you some of these were not easy 😅
Replacing words, replacing lines...
It can take a while 😅
Oh I know. It’s a battle to wrangle those lines. The final result doesn’t show the mental turmoil and stress. Smooth wordsmithing
Smooth poetin right there! 😂
I gave you the first three words—
all you had to add was: “too”...
This is somehow cute and fuzzy though it reads like its from a place of pain
Cute and fuzzy? Hahaha, how so? 😅
I read it in the image of reading it to a child...it feels lovely in isolation as a parent to child thing
Ahh, like teaching them! Makes sense. 😂
I love how this embraces the idea that every path, even the messy, unexpected ones, has its place. Reading this reminded me that detours don’t mean failure; they’re just part of the journey, and sometimes the view from them is exactly what we need.✨
That's right! It's also a good reminder that we can always make our own path. 😊
Like the sound of that 🫶🏼✨
Solid poetin’
Despite the lack of explicit anatomical appreciation? 😂
Balance, there’s other places for that 😂
You have so many talents it’s ridiculous. Normally poetry flies over my head because I’m dense like that, but this one? This one landed!
Chanti, I'm so happy this landed for you!
I try to write poetry in a way that resonates with everyone. The idea is that almost anyone could read it and say "I know that feeling".
Thanks for your sweet comment. 😊
Some paths lead to the warm glow of love, others drag you through thorns and dust, yet all of them circle back to language that bruises and blooms at the same time. The poet looks at the world in metaphors, smiles at lies, and even when truth unravels bare, they stitch it back into something lyrical.
That's the life of a poet, isn't it Belinda?
Wow… “Here lies love, with my name on the grave. A murder—the weapon: your lies, love.” honestly feels so raw and painfully clear, like love didn’t just fade, it was slowly killed by words that weren’t true. I really felt that line about my name on the grave because it sounds like you lost a part of yourself in the process.
Do you feel like writing this was more about finally naming what hurt you, or about trying to take your name back from what their lies did to you?
Thanks for your comment Jonathan!
For me it's about how when you love someone, and that person's no longer in your life, you not only feel like you're "burying" the love you felt but also the part of you that was part of that relationship. And the second part is more about naming what "killed" that love.
So I think it's about how the end of a relationship transforms us.
Happy to be back to read my favorite poets. Beautiful Carlos ❤️
Gabriela! Always a joy when you read my poems. Happy to have you back 😊
These are beautiful, Carlos. I especially like “One More Word.” Very clever.
Thank you Kristina!
I think that's my favorite of this collection. So simple yet it says so much.
It took me a few seconds for the meaning to click, and then when it did I thought, "This is brilliant!"
That’s a great feeling!
This was my favorite part because I want to tear down the walls “I saw the metaphors.
I smiled at the lies.
I tore the walls down.
I’d do it all again—“
It feels good to say it after all the poems, doesn't it? 😊