I am a poet...

I am a poet,

And I write whatever comes to mind.

I pen down the whispers of my soul,

In every word, a meaning I find.

I capture what I see around,

And speak of emotions profound.

Sometimes I paint dreams in ink,

Other times, in reality, I sink.

I write of pain, I write of joy,

Of broken hearts, of childhood toys.

I craft pictures with my words,

And give flight to thoughts like birds.

When silence engulfs my heart,

Words emerge, tearing apart.

When tears glisten in my eyes,

They fall on paper, where beauty lies.

I write of love, of trust so deep,

Of bonds we cherish, of promises to keep.

I write of nature's vibrant hues,

Of fragrant flowers and morning dew.

I write of human emotions vast,

Of anger, kindness, shadows cast.

I echo struggles, and cries of despair,

Yet sing of peace, so rare, so fair.

I write of time, its fleeting pace,

Of memories old and a new embrace.

I pen the laughter of children’s play,

And the wisdom of elders, worn yet gay.

Sometimes, I am the dawn so bright,

Sometimes, I am the solace of night.

At times, I mirror wars and strife,

And then I dream of a tranquil life.

I am a poet,

And words are my strength.

I weave my world in verses fine,

And let my imagination shine.

I write of rains, their tender touch,

Of earthy scents I love so much.

I write of the sun’s golden beams,

That pierce through darkness, chasing dreams.

Sometimes, I am the cool moonlight,

Other times, the day’s fiery fight.

At times, I bring a message of smiles,

Other times, I walk sorrow’s miles.

My words are living, breathing art,

They echo dreams, they hold the heart.

What I feel, I simply say,

A poet’s soul lights the way.

In the quest to understand the world,

I sketch its beauty, chaos unfurled.

Each feeling, each story,

Finds a voice in my poetry.

I am a poet,

And my words shall never die.

What I write flows from my heart,

Reaching every soul that passes by.