The Poet

The Poet

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~The Poet~

Poetry for me is life,
a set of unclipped wings,
an ounce of blood upon a page,
a melody that sings.

Each verse unveils a deeper love
that penetrates the core;
a spokesman of the universe,
so meek, so mild, so pure.

A poet’s mind glides through the skies,
abandoning his chains;
presenting truths, speaking no lies;
his words pour from his veins.

In every sparkling stanza
there is evidence of pain.
A poet hides his sorrow
in the creases of his page.

A king of prose, a queen of verse,
a ruler of description;
conveying hope and bravery,
a chalice of fine fiction.

As twilight falls and stars parade,
a poet wanders on;
conveying hope and beauty wide,
divulging secret songs.

A poet breathes his life
into the veins of the forlorn.
As night time falls, he seeks his quill
and bleeds his words till dawn.

~ © 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Photo by Irina Dzhul (https://500px.com/irinadzul)

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3 thoughts on “The Poet

  1. Worthwhile and beautiful poetry.
    “A poet breathes his life
    into the veins of the forlorn.
    As night time falls, he seeks his quill
    and bleeds his words till dawn.”
    I did like the above lines.

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