| General Poetry
posted August 14, 2022 |
Born I was, to be a....
Poet
I sit beneath my favorite tree,
pull out my notebook, trusty pen.
Imagination running wild,
been missing since I don't know when.
But now my words, they tumble forth,
can't wait to see just what they yield.
Perhaps about my favorite tree,
or maybe of the yonder field.
No matter, I'm excited for
my next adventure to begin.
For surely what I write will shine,
cause happiness, great warmth within...
The reader, who might dare peruse
what I have written and delight,
In poems of magic, silver moons,
of tranquil days, of restless nights.
It matters not where I may go
with pen and paper, for indeed
I have no doubt I'll write about...
My life, for everyone to read.
For from my pen drips all my rhymes,
that's stained my paper since my youth.
Sweet testimonies from my heart,
that spring from my deep well of truth.
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Writing Prompt
Write a poem that incorporates these words
Magic
Shine
Excited
Adventure
Begin
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