Kevin Brian Wright

Rookie (11/03/76 / Brooklyn, NY)

Biography of Kevin Brian Wright

Kevin Brian Wright poet

By Bill McDonald, President: American Authors Association

Poet Kevin Brian Wright is a romantic in the best sense of that word. He captures the divine romance of life through his brilliant prose. His words come across as if they were written by a 15th century monk who is high on the spiritual bliss of Holy Communion. One can almost feel this inner joy and “light” he projects with images from his words and phrasing.

Wright’s poetry evokes those same sacred feelings that come from the work of other divine and mystical poets such as Radindranath Tagore, Rumi, and Paramahansa Yogananda in his book of poems called “Whispers From Eternity”. This is tall company but I believe Wright's work possesses that same kind of spiritual DNA.

To call Kevin Brian Wright a mystic would not be a far stretch—his words certainly convey the feeling that he is reaching out beyond the material world and has escaped the illusions of this reality. If he had been born in another time or place, he could have well been friends with the likes of Blake, Shelley, Keats or Lord Byron. He fits well into both the romantic and the mystical poet’s clothing.

His words are a perfect bridge to the feelings he is trying to convey. He is not afraid to expose his heart and soul in his poems. Truly a gifted writer and one of immense understanding of things beyond the veil of life; it is no hyperbole to say that his work is that of a young master poet! This poet is destined for greater things than just poetry. He is on his way to self-realization!

Kevin Brian Wright's Works:

Theological Immortal Romance (An Elysian Love Story)
The Love Divine
A Lover's Passion

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A Poets Tell

My pressing hand of a poets tell,
Where the sweet release of her enchanting eyes are shown.
And beauty true, haunts her unvanishing glance.
Which breathes like an existing star on it‘s earthen visit.

My inward heart of love, unconquered, fell long, so dear,
For a lovely woman who now must wing her flight.
Oh! Weep my almighty fathers, Qh! Weep your son,
Ease this tyrant monster that pains my bosom.

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