A poet is only as good
as their definition of poetry,
Not merely words spun into gold
but whispers caught from oceans deep.
In the shadows of the night,
Where silence dares to step
It weaves its song
Verse by verse,
on fragile beams of light.
It shapes the ether with each line
Bringing vivid color to life,
where sorrow aches and love shouts,
This is a world where both joy and pain belong.
A heart that beats out of rhythm
Sees the beauty within a fractured world.
Understanding that time is fleeting
but the lost can still find a home
in these words.
Do not simply read the words
but feel the pulse of life behind the ink,
For when a poet’s voice is heard
We turn our thoughts inward to think.
A poet is only as good as their word
Giving voice to what the heart speaks
To the shadows and rays of light
And to silent moments we all keep.