My Poetry Mountain
If my mountain of poetry stood so tall,
What words would tell I tried it all?
Love to flowers, dark poetry to night,
Passion in verses, a soul set alight.
Each stanza a peak, each rhyme a stone,
Carved by the echoes of thoughts I’ve known.
Winds whisper sonnets, rivers hum songs,
In valleys where lost words truly belong.
From haikus that flutter like petals in air,
To odes that thunder with burdens we bear,
My mountain stands, unwavering, free—
A testament to the poetry in me.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
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I am thrilled by this line: Winds whisper sonnets, rivers hum songs, and loved your poem - that line and the ones following made it brilliant!
See you are a true poet. Great job. This poem describes poetry in general.