In the realm where words take flight,
Poetry weaves its gentle light.
Lines that whisper, verses that sing,
A symphony in the heart it brings.

With every stanza, a story unfolds,
Emotions and thoughts it gently holds.
The dance of rhymes, the rhythm’s beat,
In poetry’s world, hearts and minds meet.

Each metaphor, a bridge to dreams,
A tapestry of life, or so it seems.
From joy to sorrow, love to pain,
In poetic lines, we find our gain.

So cherish the words, let them soar,
For in poetry, we find much more.
A timeless art, forever it will be,
The language of the soul, wild and free.