She Is Just a Back Street Poet
She just loved poetry from her pen
She Is Just a Back Street Poet
She is just a back street poet,
scribbling verses in the rain,
where the rain falls and words form
Pen in book by the windowpane.
Her words aren't bound in leather,
nor framed in golden light,
but they echo in the alleyways,
soft whispers in the night.
She stitches dreams in faded ink,
on napkins, walls, and skin,
telling tales of loss and love
where endings don't begin.
No stage, no grand applause,
just candlelight and rhyme,
but her soul is in each stanza—
a poet lost in time.
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 (2)
nice
This sounds like a true poet as you are. Good job.