The poem to Be Remembered

The poem to Be Remembered

This is the one, the poem of all,

It rises, it echoes, it breaks through the wall.

A force that calls, a truth that stirs,

A moment caught in endless words.

Each line a beat, each verse a spark,

It burns through shadows, it lights the dark.

It speaks of loss, of dreams we chase,

Of battles fought and hearts we face.

It carries weight with every breath,

Of living strong, defying death.

It’s the silence held, the strength we find,

The voice that lingers in the mind.

It moves with power, it flies with grace,

It holds the world in a single place.

A promise kept, a future known,

The one that rises, the one that’s grown.

This is the one that will not fall,

It stands above, it claims it all.

It’s carved in time, it’s forged in fire—

The poem to speak, to lift, inspire.

You may think where did this poem start

It was the bullet that pierced your heart

The thoughts that grow deep in side my head

I opened them down and to you them I fed