Category Archives: Poetry

A Muse’s Stolen Moment

A Muse’s Stolen Moment
By Te’Kia Miller 

Submerged in rivers of smooth jazz
Overflowing, filling canals into
Time and space unaccounted
The world has washed away
In the tides of a muse’s making
Only the poet is listening
Quietly in a world of storms
It is the third eye of a sixth sense
To see and hear this beauty
Called muse 

Original.2017. 4/22/2017.

Called The Same

Called The Same
By Te’Kia Miller

Not even one in the color
Of my skin, still
I call my brother, my sister, friend
They called me the same
To have risked life and limb
Was not a burden considered by you
While human life was lost in atrocities
Hidden in the darkest corners of imagination
A venomous horror that crept in
And grew to wildfire proportions
Even those considered your own crucified you
Battering, attacking, killing you
Gripped by the barbaric hands and suddenly
We are less different than perceived
My brother, my sister, friend, supporter,
Unsung sympathizer

Original. 2017.

 

 

Beauty Unleashed (As I Wear My Hair)

Beauty Unleashed (As I Wear My Hair)
By Te’Kia Miller

Not enough to get it
From those outside looking in
But added
Are those in my own clan
Who believe it a sin
To live comfortably in
The color of my skin
Condemning
That I let my hair
Run free in its glorious mane
Possessing the roar
Of a legion of ancient lions
Waves of spunky curls or
Rivers of ringlets and kinks of obsidian stone
To them I say ‘behold freedom’
I am not conformed to the image
Of another man’s beauty
I am its beholder and truthfully
I am beauty unleashed

Original. 2017.

Valentine Nights

Valentine Nights
By Te’Kia Miller 

Tantalizing are the days
Even more decadent
Are nights of a Valentine kind.
A moment snatched from time
Blissfully we are captured
In love’s divine. Sights unseen
Ascending to a ubiquitous level
Between King and Queen
We reign supreme in our Eden
The same is our sanctum.
Flowing in vibrating pulses
We implode through seducing gazes darkly
And rippling caresses charming
With exquisite kisses exploding
In splendid deeds buried in seeds
Planted eons ago.
We loved each other eons ago
The same is here and now.
Evermore alighted passions soar
Beyond to transcendence
To share and give unbridled
In unconditional terms,
Even life for life.
My dearly beloved forever
All of me is yours to have and hold
Beyond fretted sheets, starry skies
And Valentine nights

Original. 2017.

The Breakdown Poem

Poetry was something that didn’t come naturally. I wasn’t interested in writing it, much less reading it. Somehow or another I’ve come to love poetry as well as writing it. I have and continue to write on a range of subjects. With each piece I try to make it different, especially when writing on the same subject. However, I realize that I do favor certain words, phrases and images in my poetry within each subject.

Because of these favoritisms I sometimes like to breakdown the elements of a particular poem I have in mind to write. Breaking down a poem helps me to: see each part individually, focus on the message and/or image I want to convey, decide which parts to elevate and how to elevate them, and critically think about the poem as a whole.

Doing this also forces me to think about my word choice and decide if I should use a synonym versus the actual word or create my own using imagery instead. I try to show rather than tell in my poetry. Showing instead of telling is something I read a lot about on writing novels and short stories. I try to make the same balance in my poetry.

Dissecting the poem before writing it helps me to find the words and phrases that will help me to show instead of tell. I find that certain words spark an image. If those imagery words can be joined with words that trigger the senses, I think it strikes the right tone for the poet. I’m not a student of poetry in the formal sense so this is pretty much my observation from my own experience in self-study, writing, and opinion.

Why am I writing about this you ask?

Because I have a Valentine’s Day poem waiting to be posted. I used this method for the piece that will appear on the 14th. I’ve also used this breakdown method in the past to help others write their own poem.

This breakdown method is a great way for the poet to focus their thoughts and map a way from beginning to end of a poem. Again, my opinion and it works for me. There’s no structured way to break the poem down. It’s basically just jotting down notes and connecting similar ideas to one another. It’s in the associations and connections of this information where I find my poem.

What works for you?

 

 

 

Only a Figment of Friendship

 

Only a Figment of Friendship

By Te’Kia Miller

I have missed you precious friend
Though… I thought I heard
Your voice whispered in the wind.
Must have been only a figment.
Just like times when we splashed
And splayed in pools of the sun
We were hyenas in the streets
Or horses running wildly even,
Galloping on spoke wheels of ten-speeds.
Must have all been a figment.
We translated stars into dreams
Stitching realities in this surreality
And empires raised before our eyes
Gave us exponential possibilities;
We did believe once.
Must have all been a figment.
Taking on new constructs
We live in time lost and expanse of distance,
Trying hard not to reminisce
All those figments.
Still there is something real
Pulling through the space life made
Keeping us tied at the soul,
Or, maybe…
It was all just a figment
Of imaginations conjuring.

Original. 2016.

 

It’s A New Edition

So on closer inspection you’ll notice a new edition to this blog. Poetry Collections Blog Edition tab. That’s because I’ve decided to create smaller poetry collections especially for this blog. The reason for this is because in the process of creating poetry collections (two have been completed as of this writing) there are those that don’t make the cut. Actually there are a lot that don’t make the cut. Well, instead of keeping them in the dark someplace, I’ve decided that they could go into some collection.

These particular poems weren’t bad pieces. They just didn’t fit with the body of work I was putting together. Not only that but these pieces tend to be pieces that I don’t see in a published body of work. They seem to be a better fit for the blog. So I needed a place to put them. There you have it. The first small collection is already up. It is titled Bag of Knick Knacks.

Each small collection will consist of anywhere from 10 to 15 poems. I hope to keep this going as there are always many pieces that never get put in a larger body of work. Or more commonly there are those that are always being taken out as I progress through to the end of the collective pieces. Sometimes I’ll even take poems out and replace them with newer pieces I like more than what was there. So I hope you enjoy the new page and the new poetic collections. Peace.

 

Grey and Gold Marble

Grey and Gold Marble
by Te’Kia Miller

The cold bites into my skin
a tale-tale sign winter is nearby.
Marble statues grey and gold pass and spin;
The cold bites into my skin
while the sun sets in a bronze grin
for night across the way to fly.
The cold bites into my skin
a tale-tale sign winter is nearby.

Original. 2016.

Another Triolet. Still testing my hand at them 🙂