The Next Poem

The next poem,

a blank page to fill,

waiting for words,

to spill from the quill.

A blank canvas,

awaiting the brush,

to paint a picture,

of beauty or hush.

The next poem,

a story yet untold,

waiting to be written,

and stories to unfold.

So let the words flow,

and the pen take flight,

create something beautiful,

with all of your might.

For the next poem,

is a chance to create,

something new and magical,

something truly great.

The Next Poem II

The next poem,

a blank sheet of paper,

waiting for words,

to make it a caper.

A new journey,

awaiting to be taken,

waiting for ink,

to make it awaken.

The next poem,

a canvas yet to be painted,

waiting for ideas,

to be acquired and acquainted.

So let the words flow,

and the pen take flight,

create something beautiful,

with all of your might.

For the next poem,

is a chance to explore,

the vast expanse of creativity,

that lies in store.