In my silent room I write
The passion within me ignites.
Looking at the stars so bright
Imagination it invites.
In the morning light I wake
Collecting the visions my dream makes.
Transformed into words for expression’s sake,
Even though much time it takes.
Under the rustling trees I sit,
My thoughts expressed, my pen permits.
The rhymes I thought had made words fit
Written on paper sheets.
As I walk towards the sea,
Feeling the flow of the soothing breeze;
In awe of the sunset’s glorious beauty
Penning my idea before it flees.
I am the poet that I am,
From the people around, my passion stems.
So, I’ll keep writing for all of them.
These poems are my precious gems.
Author notes
I consider myself a poet, because I truly love to write poems. And that I could use everything as an inspiration... So, I'll never stop writing... it's in my blood. (.^_@.).\/
I hope that you like it.. Thanks for reading.. (.^_^.).\/
A contest entry
- what makes you a poet? by Lute.
5200 points, ended January 1, 69 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - In Desperate Need of Inspiration by JustFallingApart.
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i like it, nice write
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Thank you... Good luck in your contest.... (.^_^.).\/
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nice!!!
Yes I do like. Very well written -
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Thank you very, very much.... (.^_^.).\/
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needing to write is an addiction...there is no cure....only time heals us...and or we die breathing our last words...
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You are very right about that... Thanks for commenting.. (.^_^.).\/
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