Michael Anderson
@eternalpoet.bsky.social
The Eternal Poet-A Midwestern poetry writer sent to Earth by ancient muses to restore magic and the sacred through mystical imagery in written form
I wonder why I feel this way and others don’t, as I climb out of the valley, I stop to cry before dawn
December 20, 2025 at 7:18 AM
I wonder why I feel this way and others don’t, as I climb out of the valley, I stop to cry before dawn
My poetry is like clouds, or snow, it falls upon landscapes but there is no sound, everything feels empty, maybe it is me, is there an age when you should stop writing?
December 20, 2025 at 7:15 AM
My poetry is like clouds, or snow, it falls upon landscapes but there is no sound, everything feels empty, maybe it is me, is there an age when you should stop writing?
Politics and fear never mix, when you start to feel it, you know there is something wrong in your heart
December 20, 2025 at 6:43 AM
Politics and fear never mix, when you start to feel it, you know there is something wrong in your heart
The northern hemisphere, melts into the south, a condor, and eagle, the landscapes that fill me up and abandon me
December 20, 2025 at 6:37 AM
The northern hemisphere, melts into the south, a condor, and eagle, the landscapes that fill me up and abandon me
Every landscape was a black and white ghost town, until the crescent moon and sun collided, melting everything that existed so deep within my heart
December 20, 2025 at 6:28 AM
Every landscape was a black and white ghost town, until the crescent moon and sun collided, melting everything that existed so deep within my heart
The forgotten mystery of your ancient heart
December 20, 2025 at 6:22 AM
The forgotten mystery of your ancient heart
Snow thunder and words written under aurora borealis for you
December 20, 2025 at 6:14 AM
Snow thunder and words written under aurora borealis for you
We bend and flow like the hate and love within us, we weren’t meant to be perfect, we weren’t sent here for it to be easy, but we were meant to be as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow
December 20, 2025 at 6:03 AM
We bend and flow like the hate and love within us, we weren’t meant to be perfect, we weren’t sent here for it to be easy, but we were meant to be as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow
A thousand empty nights, a thousand frozen stars, a thousand winters without your love, a thousand corridors, a thousand pathways that lead me nowhere, a thousand endless skies, thousands of days, that blend together like ocean tides
December 20, 2025 at 5:59 AM
A thousand empty nights, a thousand frozen stars, a thousand winters without your love, a thousand corridors, a thousand pathways that lead me nowhere, a thousand endless skies, thousands of days, that blend together like ocean tides
I’ve carved out myself, like a winter night, empty and alone, silver light illuminating midnight amidst mountains of snow
December 11, 2025 at 2:50 AM
I’ve carved out myself, like a winter night, empty and alone, silver light illuminating midnight amidst mountains of snow
Snow falls and swirls into the empty landscapes of my heart
December 11, 2025 at 2:43 AM
Snow falls and swirls into the empty landscapes of my heart
Moments of bliss
December 7, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Moments of bliss
Summon the winds, hold me bittersweet, I read your words, across the northern sky, I wrote my life onto the surface of a lake
December 6, 2025 at 8:00 AM
Summon the winds, hold me bittersweet, I read your words, across the northern sky, I wrote my life onto the surface of a lake
Crosswinds swirl and settle into your arms, twilight blazing until mourning, I awake reaching for you
December 6, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Crosswinds swirl and settle into your arms, twilight blazing until mourning, I awake reaching for you
The most I’ve learned is to become your true self and express it though writing, poetry, photography or whatever means you can choose
December 6, 2025 at 7:39 AM
The most I’ve learned is to become your true self and express it though writing, poetry, photography or whatever means you can choose
Lucky to feel the sting of magical snow
December 6, 2025 at 7:04 AM
Lucky to feel the sting of magical snow
This world was never easy, this is nothing new, there were a thousand empires before America, hundreds of lessons learned, just get lost in the characters and the books and you’ll somehow understand
December 6, 2025 at 6:22 AM
This world was never easy, this is nothing new, there were a thousand empires before America, hundreds of lessons learned, just get lost in the characters and the books and you’ll somehow understand
A winter of snow, ice cracked as I walked across the lake, forest sheltered me as I entered the temple
December 6, 2025 at 6:05 AM
A winter of snow, ice cracked as I walked across the lake, forest sheltered me as I entered the temple
To go through, the end, to feel your body wither away, to shake and drink coffee, to smoke
December 6, 2025 at 5:59 AM
To go through, the end, to feel your body wither away, to shake and drink coffee, to smoke
In oneness, we are all loved, yet we forget so much on this Earth
December 6, 2025 at 5:53 AM
In oneness, we are all loved, yet we forget so much on this Earth
I imprisoned myself at the altar of your beauty
December 6, 2025 at 5:50 AM
I imprisoned myself at the altar of your beauty
As the leaves turned to amber and crimson, a memory, burnt into my autumn memories forever, riding in a car, as a child with my mother
December 6, 2025 at 5:28 AM
As the leaves turned to amber and crimson, a memory, burnt into my autumn memories forever, riding in a car, as a child with my mother
Seasons bring you near and take you away, yet you are always here deep in my heart
December 6, 2025 at 5:25 AM
Seasons bring you near and take you away, yet you are always here deep in my heart
Dreams beyond my earthly days, dreams outside the rustling golden fields, dreams far from my heart, dreams that expand and slowly decay, dreams of forgotten fears, dreams of long lost desire, dreams inspired by hope and grief
December 6, 2025 at 5:23 AM
Dreams beyond my earthly days, dreams outside the rustling golden fields, dreams far from my heart, dreams that expand and slowly decay, dreams of forgotten fears, dreams of long lost desire, dreams inspired by hope and grief
Remember when the lush night stung our skin and we awoke refreshed upon an island of sand
December 6, 2025 at 5:14 AM
Remember when the lush night stung our skin and we awoke refreshed upon an island of sand