The poet's quest

To all the poets, I'm honored to here with all of you great poets.

The Poet’s Quest

In shadows deep where silence dwells,
A poet’s heart begins to swell.

With ink as sword and words as light,
They venture forth into the night.

A quest not marked by maps or gold,But stories yearning to be told.

Through tangled thoughts and dreams untamed,The poet seeks what can’t be named.

Emotions rise like tides at sea,
A storm of joy, despair, and plea.
Each feeling fuels the burning fire,
The pulse that drives their deep desire.

Each line a step, each verse a door,
To worlds unseen, to distant shore.
The quest is long, the path unsure,
Yet passion burns forever pure.

They chase the whispers of the muse, in every tear, in every bruise.

The heart’s raw ache, the soul’s delight,Weave through the dark and through the light.

The poet’s quest is never done,
A journey bound by rising sun.

For in each word, a spark is born—
A light to guide through endless dawn.