R.D. Stone
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
R.D. Stone’s poetic self-transcendence started in the year 1997. The transformative moment came by way of a major heartache which launched an emotive release; and that poetic gateway was opened and perpetuates to this day, twenty five years running. During those early years of writing, his poetry was codified and so began the inspirations in creating over 6,000 poems to this day.
R.D. Stone is poet of life – with all its joys, hardships, love, mysteries and beauty – the sources of his creations. A provocative poet for our time, grappling with the hopeful understanding of man and nature, his study of human existence; wherein he carries an intense devotion to the power of writing poetry.
His messages cut through and communicate from a vast array of genres – what it feels like to be alive and in our own search of understanding the coils of our daily lives; searching dreams, destinies, failures, hardships and ecstasies. He offers imaginative freshness in deep longings, feelings and thoughts to dissolve boundaries and while as an innovator, his optimisms and pessimisms reveal the attainment of that union with words resonating between the parallels. His influence will continue to be a sustaining part of poetry, life and thought.
R.D. Stone is highly acclaimed on the world’s largest poetry website with over 400,000 poets. He achieved over 5,560 awards and accolades since 2009; including 1,097 gold trophies, 1,048 silver trophies, 929 bronze trophies and 2,488 honorable mentions with 1317 poems posted there since 2009. He has also attained Level 110, ranking him in the top 1% in the world in terms of level achievement. He resides in Los Angeles, CA.
“I personally endeavor that my poetry be a communication to the experience and I shall not pander in any ego of it. I’ve always followed this mantra: Let my lines of human discourse fall upon the inner ear and to that intention, in my regard for all to be moved – I strike pages with ink and bring my outrageous imagination, the optimism of my will, my direst prophecies and greater expectations forward in tantric ecstasy, my tongue imbued upon the heart of life and let there be kinship in the human interest of past, present and future… and if my pen would only graze them… I thank the muse for all its propositions.”
“My sand will never be erased by the blowing wind or washing tide; and will remain as a carved stone on these pages.” — R.D. Stone
My Thoughts
“If I am able to capture it before it disappears… . the sunrise of my poetry will survive.”
“Many roads lead to poetry and there are highways — mine is a trail in the typography of prose. One day I can look back and see how far I’ve traveled.”
“Poetry is a conspiracy held in silence — until I figure out what to do with it.”
“A poet’s invention? Be it as an intelligent fool or touch of genius — either way, it takes a lot of courage.”
”Brought to forbearance, the conflagration of my poeticness hopefully gathers beyond the white-ash of consumption… . my words held to flame.”
”The impossible function of poetry — an event where words remain a guest in our house.”
“I awake to brighter sides of expectations, swallowing sweet reserve.”
“Holding my throat in sleepless nights; I cry poetry , spitting out false and constant bribes.”
“Looking through the sky of ideas to find a reason… . a poem is born.”
“My poetic inspiration is like sweet-tea at noonrise, the billow in a cloud, a caspian sun with golden glow, the blue of a waterfall, the lotus adrift in leisure, an eagle in spirit-flight.”
”Poetry does not ask to be written… . it’s a first language… . words pressing up against my window.”
“Poets always have a buzzing in their ears… . others think it’s flies and gnats. . . my muse has devilish little wings.”