The Poetiser
I poetise with my magic pen
A voice that will last till God knows when.
It hums through pages, soft and clear,
Still speaking long when none are near.
It tells of days both loud and still,
Of hearts that break and hands that will.
It doesn’t shout, it doesn’t beg,
It walks its truth on steady leg.
It knows the dark, it knows the light,
It’s scratched out words at dead of night.
It’s laughed at fools and wept for pain,
It’s run through sun and cried in rain.
I write for those who’ve lost their say,
For ones who never found their way.
And if the world should turn again—
They’ll hear my voice, from ink and pen.
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 (4)
Writing the greatest gift that one may have. So true your words. Good job.
Great words and rhymes
This is a wonderful writing ''with pen and ink I can make you think'' Absolutely correct, you knew how to draw readers into your poem by writing.
Outstanding