Slowly drifting
Thoughts abound
Frantic scripting
Lines aloud
Pain with purpose
From poets’ mouths
Emotions flowing
Hear the sound
Pen on paper
Forever bound
Human nature
Hear them out
Down to earth
High in the clouds
Vast universe
Questioning now
Life and death
When and how
No rules allowed
Each of their lines
One slab of stone
But now a tower
Through their words
Feel the power
Whether peace of mind
Or darkness devour
Up late at night
The witching hour
So wide awake
With tired sighs
Challenging fate
Deep inside
Calm insights
And raging tides
Imagination
Their better side
Within creation
True knowledge lies
In every question
Double meaning hides
They draw it out
They shed new light
Thoughts on paper
Passing through time
Hand prints on history
They cannot die
Painting portraits
For readers eyes
True emotions
On the rise
Touching hearts
And changing lives
All is possible...
Within Poets' Minds
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
Slowly drifting
Thoughts abound
Frantic scripting
Lines aloud
Pain with purpose
From poets’ mouths
Emotions flowing
Hear the sound
Pen on paper
Forever bound
Human nature
Hear them out
Down to earth
High in the clouds
Vast universe
Questioning now
Life and death
When and how
No rules allowed
Each of their lines
One slab of stone
But now a tower
Through their words
Feel the power
Whether peace of mind
Or darkness devour
Up late at night
The witching hour
So wide awake
With tired sighs
Challenging fate
Deep inside
Calm insights
And raging tides
Imagination
Their better side
Within creation
True knowledge lies
In every question
Double meaning hides
They draw it out
They shed new light
Thoughts on paper
Passing through time
Hand prints on history
They cannot die
Painting portraits
For readers eyes
True emotions
On the rise
Touching hearts
And changing lives
All is possible...
Within Poets' Minds
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