Sometimes a song doesn’t just play through the speakers—it rips the hinges off the door you’ve been afraid to open. Alyssa Mongiovi’s latest single Poet is exactly that kind of song. It doesn’t come wrapped in polish or industry pretense. It arrives like a gut punch, equal parts grit and grace, the sound of a woman clawing her way back to her own voice.
Clocking in at a lean 3:02, the track wastes no time. From the first verse, Alyssa cuts through the noise with lyrics that sting: “I’m still open to love / But I’m not the romantic type.” The guitars grind with a raw, bluesy bite, the rhythm section drives steady and relentless, and then there’s her vocal—fiery, ragged in just the right places, never losing the thread of vulnerability underneath the snarl. It’s a song about liberation. By the time she spits out the chorus—“You call yourself a poet / You didn’t get what you didn’t go for”—it feels like a dare.
That dare comes from lived experience. Alyssa’s story is stitched into every second of Poet. A year ago, she was sitting behind a corporate desk with a respectable title and an emptiness she couldn’t shake. The music, though—it never left her alone. Cover band gigs cracked open the vault, and once the songs started spilling out, there was no way to put them back. She funneled her nine-to-five paychecks into making music real, connecting with producer Alex Houton of AHM Media to bring Poet from concept to reality. The result is a comeback single that sounds like someone finally kicking down the walls of life that never fit them.
If you only hear this song through earbuds, you’ll get the fire. But see Alyssa live, and you’ll feel the blaze. Since finishing Poet, she’s been tearing up stages across Colorado Springs and Denver, grinding through open mics and dive gigs until the rooms started filling. This fall, she’s everywhere: October 5 at Denver’s Larimer Lounge, October 17 at Oskar Blues for Trick R’ Treat Tribute Night, November 17 at Sunshine Studios Live with TRAPT, and November 28 with The Black Rose Acoustic Society in Black Forest Community Center.
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Listening to Poet feels a bit like flipping through a diary you weren’t supposed to find, only to realize it’s telling your own story back to you. That’s the magic of Alyssa Mongiovi’s songwriting. She doesn’t chase trends, she chases truth—and truth, as messy and jagged as it can be, is what makes her music impossible to ignore. The track carries echoes of her influences—there’s the grit of Led Zeppelin’s swagger, the storytelling spirit of Dolly Parton, and the smoky undercurrent of Ella Fitzgerald’s phrasing—but none of it overshadows the fact that Alyssa has carved out her own space, her own sound, her own story.
Poet isn’t just a return to recording—it’s a declaration. A reminder that art born out of struggle, out of the refusal to stay small, always lands harder. For anyone who’s ever been told they weren’t enough, who’s ever been misunderstood, who’s ever had to claw their way back to their own voice, Alyssa Mongiovi’s words feel like both comfort and confrontation.
The final lines of the song leave you standing in the rubble of someone else’s expectations, but instead of despair, there’s release. And when the last chord fades, you’re left with silence that somehow feels louder than the music. That silence asks you a question: What part of yourself are you still holding back for someone else’s story?
With Poet, Alyssa Mongiovi doesn’t just answer that question for herself—she dares you to do the same. And if you listen closely, maybe, just maybe, you’ll find the courage to write your own ending.
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