We live in strange times.
You can write something deeply personal, meant for no one but yourself—and wake up to a million strangers sharing it, quoting it, arguing over what you meant.
You can write a poem in 23 seconds, post it in a fit of impulse, and watch it eclipse everything you’ve ever crafted with care.
This is what it means to write poetry and live on the internet.
But the question that lingers in a lot of writer’s minds—maybe yours too—is:
Can a poem go viral and still be good?
But that doesn’t mean the poem is bad
Not every viral poem is hollow.
Sometimes a line hits because it’s true and clear. Sometimes the timing is right.
Sometimes it’s not watered down at all—it’s just distilled.
Some of our most reshared Poetry Rise pieces weren’t designed to “perform.”
They were just honest. Sometimes even quiet. But the internet picked them anyway.
So maybe it’s not about avoiding virality—or chasing it.
Maybe the better question is:
Can you stay true while letting your poems move freely in the world?
Can you let them be interpreted, misinterpreted, loved, hated, stolen without credit, stitched into TikToks, quoted out of context, turned into tattoos?
And still write the next one like no one’s watching?
I think that’s the challenge.
And the gift.
I love this! It also makes me think of the poetic traditions in Japanese, Urdu, and Arab cultures where folks sitting around a meal would compose spontaneous poetry. These flashes of beauty and insight were the product of hours and years spent working on their craft. There's a build up of poetic sensibility that can express itself in an instant, the way static within a cloud builds until it flashes as lightning.
Thank You...O'wise One
With wisps of words i hear
Softly imparted
with resounding impact
Precise.
Loud.
And clear.