Hi I'm plebpoet. I present a poem called "When I am alone" that I wrote a few years ago. My poetry book is incomplete and unreleased at this time, for no reason other than life distracts me, as stated in this exact poem.
I think I am going to share more poems here to test them out, give them a little exercise in the world. However, many of these were written when I was a different person. I used to be one inconsolable existentialist, and perhaps you'll see that come through. I can't decide if my poems have any value now that I can't relate to the girl who wrote them. Still love that girl, though.
In the quiet of my solitude, I can almost feel the energy and excitement of a vast crowd.
I hope you will consider this as an invitation to begin posting your poems too.
Wow! Amazing!
To find some real poetry on this platform is scarce and you're doing a good job to throw some of yours here.
I can relate this poem to myself very much. In my early days, I was kinda a poet and used to write so much poetry with the same emotions as you pass on here. I also tried my hands at stringing it into a book but couldn't finish just for life distractions.
Best wishes for your poetry book.
cool to hear that! thank you!
Lovely. Thanks for sharing.
Everyone goes through phases.
You could look at in a different way, you can never write like who you were in the past.
I'm glad you're back. Can't wait for more!
Would you say you're now less of an (inconsolable) existentialist or just more of other things?
Thanks for sharing, I actually wanted to ask you what your next book will be about. :)
Love the poem. Thanks.
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haha yeah that's right, thanks for reminding me