I am a poet
I live in an imaginative world
My imagination trips the world with words
Through my pen, I could heal the world.
I could fetch harmony to your world
And lamps up your essence with words
I am a poet
I don't speak my pen speaks
With mighty words with its streak
At the mountains of dreams, I sit
Fear and hopeful trill I sing
Hopelessly hopeful I feel
I am a poet
Like the seas, my words never go dry
Like Shakespeare, my words never die
The wings of imagination lift me high
Foams of tears and laughter I lie
Sitting near the clock while time flies
I am a poet
I retire in the folders of dreams
Like a painter, I paint shade pictures in minds
Color colorings with colored beams
On the chair of penning, I lean
My mind danced in the sunset breeze
I am a poet
Anytime my brain sings, my pen dance on pages
Snuff out my heart on pages
I am a leafy leaf of the leafy ages
My pen dispatches scars to cages
Always pregnant with words and phrases.
©Ibraheeman Jalloh || #Dogoloya_breed || raheemanjallohpoems.blogspot.com
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