There’s an old line that goes, “We are so accustomed to disguising ourselves to others, that in the end, we become disguised to ourselves.” Drop the needle on Alyssa Mongiovi’s new single, “Poet,” and that truth hits like a brick through glass.
Mongiovi’s voice cuts through the static—unvarnished and unafraid. “Poet” sounds like someone clawing her way back to her own reflection. It’s a reclamation. A blues-stained, rock-fueled gut punch that feels like a confession.
Mongiovi’s road to “Poet” wasn’t some overnight success story. It was built quietly, one internal scream at a time. She spent years doing what the world tells you you’re supposed to—clocking in, showing up, smiling on cue. The steady job, the solid title, the gnawing emptiness.
It wasn’t until she started gigging again with a small cover band that she felt the old spark reignite. That first jolt of stage light was less nostalgia and more revelation. The songs came pouring out, unfiltered, years of silence turning into melody. You can hear that history bleeding through every line of “Poet.”
It threads the needle between vintage soul and modern rock grit. Think Zeppelin swagger with a touch of Ella’s emotional clarity and Dolly’s storytelling bite. The song opens in shadows—moody, cinematic—before it kicks into a driving rhythm that feels like a long exhale after holding your breath for years.
Produced by Alex Houton of AHM Media, “Poet” walks that tightrope between polish and pulse. It gleams where it should. The hook grabs you instantly, riding over a rhythm section that sounds born for late-night drives and backroad revelations.
“Poet” is a message in a bottle—addressed to someone who once tried to shape her into their version of beauty. The so-called “Poet” who wanted a “sonnet” for their “play.” Mongiovi sets the tone right from the start: “I’m still open to love / But I’m not the romantic type.” The chorus lands as a knockout punch: “You call yourself a poet / You didn’t get what you didn’t go for / You call yourself a poet / You couldn’t write when you couldn’t learn more.”
It’s part heartbreak, part emancipation. The second verse digs deeper, taking aim at the kind of person who invents new versions of themselves just to stay untouchable. But Mongiovi doesn’t just survive that story—she flips it. By the time the chorus hits again, she’s no longer the muse. She’s the author.
Mongiovi wants to burn down the expectation that you have to perform your identity to be understood. She wants listeners to let go of the parts of themselves that feel like they need to do anything for anyone. The song swells, wild and unburdened, like someone finally ripping off their own disguise. It’s impossible not to feel that release.
Her live shows bottle the same mix of vulnerability and fire. And If you want to catch her in her element, you’ve got options:
- Wednesday, November 12th – 6:00 PM @ Misfits Sports Bar (Lakewood)
- Monday, November 17th – 6:00 PM @ Sunshine Studios Live (Colorado Springs) – full band acoustic show with TRAPT
- Friday, November 28th – 7:00 PM @ The Black Forest Community Center (Colorado Springs) – with The Black Rose Acoustic Society
“Poet” happens when you stop living for permission and start telling the truth. In a world that loves to hand you a script, Alyssa Mongiovi grabs the pen, crosses out the lines, and writes her own story—loud, defiant, and beautifully real.
For upcoming shows and tickets, head to https://alyssamongiovi.com
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