Category Archives: Poetry

Memories of a Dead Dream

Memories of A Dead Dream
By Te’Kia Miller

Broken, tattered, battered

Here lie the remains of dreams scattered
In the rains they flow through gutters
Into puddles full of scorned stars
For these wings will never see flight

Dipped, clipped, and

From life’s rough hands
They did not handle with care
So why care
For what could have been the present?
That would have been a gift then
But here and now is settled
In the memories of a dead dream



Awakened from This

Awakened from This
By Te’Kia Miller

Why shed tears for a false hope?
For the dream of a star out of reach
Was never meant to be
In this convoluted fantasy
Torn down by the hands of angered reality.
We must return this stolen love;
Time and space have shown themselves
Alive and well, ready at the helm.
And as one waking from a dreaming sleep
So too are we awakened from this.

Original. 2018.

The Life We Never Had

The Life We Never Had
By Te’Kia Miller

Starting out young we had galaxies of dreams,
Overloaded eyes seeing beyond sight.
But we never knew
They would weigh too much,
Never counted the cost to have such.
We took off at warp speed
For the future we saw was far
Living on the edge of our universe.
We believed in each other;
Hope was all we had, all we needed.
Love was all we had, all we needed.
But practicality bequeaths this knowledge:
That neither hope nor love pays a bill.
Now the wallet’s bleeding red.
Pressure is building frustrations
And fissures are starting to show
In a love we once had,
Suffocating the hope we once breathed.
So here we are on ventilating systems
Broken by dreams that never came to be.
We tried everything to make them work.
Everything we knew was all we knew.
Dragging love along the way
Passion fell off years ago
Leaving this garden we had
Famished and in drought.
This whole affair finally crashed,
Burning down our bliss hoped for
into a tainted future.

Now all we have is a fallen star tragedy
And the shadow of a watery grave.

Original. 2018.

This piece was inspired by the movie Acrimony. I’d seen it a few weeks ago and the next day I was inspired. It’s my take on the situation of the husband and wife (who becomes his ex-wife) and the life that they dreamed for but never got to experience together as they had hoped for.

P.S.- if you haven’t seen the movie, my apologies for the spoiler.

Love of No Return

Love Of No Return
By Te’Kia Miller

This is all we know to do
Never knowing anything else
Except the secret ways of touch
Lighting fires in windows of the soul
This is where you dwell in me
Diving for treasures hidden for you
Locked in the depths of contemplation
The way you love is a work of art
Sketching murals on my heart
The senses vibrating in supernovas
Rapture in these kisses divine
Descending gently in this gravity
Ever pulling us together
From which we will never return

Original. 2018.

A Distant Life Past

A Distant Life Past
By Te’Kia Miller

That star had long since fallen
Seen with eyes of awe once lured
By the rapid ascending of hope’s dream
It was a life lived for a brilliant future
Burned down by vices galore
Each devil a distraction from all the pressures
And suddenly all is abruptly ended
Buried and engraved in regretful memory
Of a distant life past

Original. 2018.

Inspired by movie: Why Do Fools Fall In Love?

The scene where Frankie (who looks like he is in pain) is sitting in church with his wife, Elmira, looking at the little boy singing in the choir. As he looks at the boy you can tell he is remembering his past life as an entertainer.

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
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?