In silent whispers, verses dance on pages,
Threads of thought, in delicate stages,
Each word a brushstroke, painting the soul,
Poetry’s essence, making us whole.

Emotions entwined in a lyrical embrace,
A timeless journey, across time and space,
Heartbeats echo in rhythmic delight,
In poetry’s arms, we take flight.

The cadence of life in every line,
Secrets unveiled, in metaphors fine,
A mosaic of dreams, woven so tight,
Poetry, our beacon, in darkest night.

With quill in hand, we pen our fears,
Transforming sorrow, into crystal-clear tears,
In the realm of verse, we find our place,
Poetry’s magic, a tender embrace.