In the quiet of the night, where dreams take flight,
Words dance upon the air, a delicate, gentle might.
Poetry, a whisper in the wind, so subtle and profound,
It weaves a tapestry of thoughts, where hearts are unbound.

With every verse, a world anew, a canvas pure and bright,
Emotions flow like rivers, in the softest, sweetest light.
The poet’s heart, a beacon, shining through the dark,
Painting life with words, igniting passion’s spark.

Each stanza, a journey, a path carved in the soul,
Poetry, the guide, leading to a distant goal.
Through joy and sorrow, laughter and tears,
It captures the essence of our deepest fears.

So let the verses flow, like a river to the sea,
Poetry, the eternal voice, that sets our spirits free.
In every line and rhyme, a piece of us remains,
For poetry is life, in its purest, simplest strains.