A poem emerges from my mind.
With pen in hand, I set the pace,
Creating stanzas, each its own space.
I choose my words with utmost care,
Painting pictures, vivid and rare.
Metaphors dance, similes gleam,
As I craft a poetic dream.
Emotions flow, a river deep,
From joy to sorrow, I take the leap.
I bare my soul, in each line,
In hopes my words will intertwine.
With every stanza, I find my voice,
Resonating, making my choice.
A rhythm forms, a melody true,
Guiding readers, both me and you.
I shape the poem, give it form,
Till it stands tall, a lyrical storm.
A testament to my poetic art,
A reflection of my beating heart.
In this poem, I am, truly me,
Sharing my essence, setting it free.
For poetry is a boundless flight,
Where words ignite the endless night.