I dedicate this work to all poets here in poemia. May you enjoy it and may it inspire you to become the poet you wish to be....
The pen seems to
bleed with our
sorrow.
Each word upon
the parchment.
Like tears we
lay.
A thousand
dreams,
pains,
and passions.
Complete
each work,
we've writ and made.
The quill seems
to speak
of its holders
soul.
The hand
writes.
As if without
thought.
Spoken
by the
authors heart.
Each line
handwrought.
Poets such as
we.
Can sence the
essence of
the heavens.
Speak of its beauty.
And give it
utterance.
Deeply is
the depth
of a poets
soul.
Where stored
within.
Lay the poets
scrolls.
Poets such as
We.
Can speak
of histories
time.
Make it alive
again upon
the parchment.
And give it
rhyme.
Silent yourselves
and listen.
And you could
hear natures
cry.
And upon
your parchment.
Write.
Natures voice
your quill
has scribed.
Poets such as
We.
May feel it
a curse or
gift.
As our pens bleed
our spirit.
In each word
that we have writ.....
©belialwith
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