In silent whispers, ink dances,
Words are woven with a subtle grace,
Revealing the soul’s most hidden place.
Each line a battle lost or won,
Emotions captured, yet set free,
In poetry’s embrace, we see.
Echoes of the heart’s soft cry,
A mirror to the mind’s deep sea,
Where dreams and shadows come to be.
A flame of human breath, poetry,
Both bold and shy,
Speaks truths that time cannot deny. In ancient scrolls and modern screens,
Poets weave their timeless themes,
With a quill or keyboard, thoughts take flight,
Transforming darkness into light.
Through rhymes that sing and verses bare,
We find a solace rare,
In every stanza, hope is sown,
In every word, a world is shown.
For as long as hearts can feel and see,
Poetry will always be.