I, am a walking poem queen
in divine form,
living in a kingdom of words.
My cape is interwoven with lyrics.
Crown, adorned with punctuation jewels.
Throne, carved in grand mirage.
At night looking up to stars,
I see a thousand visions
shining with verse.
Strolling gracefully, I do.
Sometimes in rhyme
to launch a ditty.
Other times
inside streams of emotions
to make reader feel.
I blink and words like a waterfall
drift upon page gracefully.
I dance with never ending song,
that pulsates in pivot chamber,
as lyrics play in ears
like a birds song.
And at night fall, when one sleeps,
I shall raise my scepter pen,
to anoint all who ask.
All who request visit from me
to receive spark of creativity,
so they expand heart,
and write, write, write.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
I, am a walking poem queen
in divine form,
living in a kingdom of words.
My cape is interwoven with lyrics.
Crown, adorned with punctuation jewels.
Throne, carved in grand mirage.
At night looking up to stars,
I see a thousand visions
shining with verse.
Strolling gracefully, I do.
Sometimes in rhyme
to launch a ditty.
Other times
inside streams of emotions
to make reader feel.
I blink and words like a waterfall
drift upon page gracefully.
I dance with never ending song,
that pulsates in pivot chamber,
as lyrics play in ears
like a birds song.
And at night fall, when one sleeps,
I shall raise my scepter pen,
to anoint all who ask.
All who request visit from me
to receive spark of creativity,
so they expand heart,
and write, write, write.
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