Think it Pen & ink it
The ink starts flowing to my poetry pen again,
Inspiration oozes freely from my brain.
I get it down on paper, and oh, how I’m proud,
The words I wrote are dancing, reciting out loud.
They whisper of dreams, of places untold,
Of love that burns bright and hearts turned cold.
Each stroke of the pen ignites a new spark,
A light in the shadow, a flame in the dark.
The ink spills my truths, my joy, and my pain,
A poem from me is born yet once again
On the page, they take flight, they flow so free
A mirror reflecting the soul within me.
Through ink-stained lines, my voice will remain,
Lines flow like magic, I am at it again
So I’ll keep on writing, till no part of me is here
My poems will make you laugh or shed a little tear
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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Great work for that is how it the writing magic happens for some.
Thank you
Wow! Such a fun- loving and beautiful poem Marie😊 Loved it 💖