Tagged Poetry

Tag My poetry

I tag my poems so it’s not lost,

so it does not drift faceless through the crowd,

so it does not wander unnamed in the noise,

of endless scrolling and restless thumbs.

I tag it because I have watched good words vanish,

swallowed by the hunger of bright screens,

buried beneath louder voices and quick applause,

while careful lines fade without a trace.

I tag my poems as a mother signs a child,

not from pride alone but from protection,

because the world can be careless with art,

and silence can steal what it did not make.

I tag it for the quiet reader at midnight,

the one who searches with tired eyes,

the one who needs a line like a hand,

steady, certain, waiting in the dark.

I tag it because I have been overlooked,

I know what it is to speak and not be heard,

to pour out truth in measured breath,

and watch it pass like smoke in wind.

I tag my poems so they can find their people,

so grief can meet grief without shame,

so faith can meet doubt and not tremble,

so a stranger can whisper, me too.

I tag it with themes of shadow and fire,

with words that gather the lost together,

with signals cast into the wide unknown,

hoping some heart will answer back.

I tag my poems because they matter to me,

because each one carries a pulse of blood,

each one is shaped from hours of living,

and I will not let it go unnamed