#paulbaldrypoet
In the corner,
where shadows play,
a boy sits,
wrapped in stillness.
His poetry books
hold life’s lore,
each quiet word
unlocking unseen doors.
The sun dips
with golden rays,
lighting gentle realms
of dreams he knew.
Adventures etched in
ink and rhyme
stretch far beyond
the bounds known.
He reads seas
that glitter, roar,
and mountains kissed
by drifting clouds.
His heart leaps
with falcon flight;
his soul settles
in starlit calm.
A stanza hums
of love’s embrace;
another whispers
fate’s fleeting trace.
Each poem forms
a fragile bridge
from where he’s
been to becoming.
His eyes shine,
a beacon’s flame;
in every story
he carves presence.
Binding his spirit
to tales untold,
to truths burning,
to dreams golden.
The books breathe
and softly sing
of daring quests
and gentle hope.
Between the pages
he finds place—
a realm holding
endless wonder’s space.
He reads on
as twilight bends,
a journey flowing
without clear end.
Immersed in poetry,
life’s turning spins,
the boy becomes
the story within.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 4:56 AM UTC
Verse 1
There once was a line, finely spun,
Where life and its grammar were one.
With pauses that teach,
And commas that reach—
We learn as the sentences run.
Verse 2
For breath is the space where we see,
The meaning of what’s meant to be.
In each subtle shift,
Life’s lessons uplift—
And depth finds its way naturally.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 11:24 AM UTC
All the world’s just a stage,
Where we strut, fret, and age.
Men and women appear,
Play their roles year by year,
Then exit — life turns the page.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 5:51 AM UTC
There once was a spark born anew,
Where verses rose up from the blue.
For poetry’s flame
Lives deep in our frame—
And colours the world blue.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 5:41 AM UTC
There once was a soul in dismay,
Who pondered life’s path day by day.
“To be… or not be?”
He asked quietly —
As the world kept its answers at bay.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 5:54 AM UTC
A boy walks down...
a golden path.
Each day — a gift,
both bright... and vast.
A chance to cherish...
brave... and hold.
In fleeting moments,
beauty gleams.
A quiet spark...
ignites his dreams.
With gratitude,
he lights the way —
through shadowed trails...
to brighter days.
With every step,
his future’s sown.
In courage found,
his spirit grown.
Whispers of truth...
sail on the wind.
The boy evolves...
through wit —
and will.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 7:25 AM UTC
There once was a walk by the sea,
Where memories drifted back free.
With a smile held tight,
And a tear in the light—
The waves whispered, “Remember… just be.”
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 5:45 AM UTC
There once was a bloom in the rain,
That whispered, “We rise through our pain.”
For storms that we meet
Make new roots complete—
And strength is the gift we attain.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 5:44 AM UTC