In the quiet whispers of the night,
A writer seeks a guiding light.
A platform where words can dance,
A chance to make their prose enhance.
With pages brimming with tales untold,
The writer's heart begins to unfold.
Inscribed with ink, emotions rare,
Their stories now become a flare.
A writing site that pays in gold,
A writer's dream now safely holds.
To craft their thoughts in vivid hues,
And watch as their imagination strews.
For every word, a price is set,
A writer's treasure, a priceless bet.
To earn a living through their art,
A writer's gift, a beating heart.
So let them join, let them soar,
To write, create, for evermore.
For in the solace of their pen,
A writer finds a home again.
About the Creator
Brenda Fluharty
Brenda Marie Fluharty is a Spiritual Life Coach, dream interpreter, a past-life therapist, energy healer, a freelance writer, blogger, poet, pet owner, and author.
Author of "Rise Above: A Seven-Day Journey to Overcoming Self-Sabotage"
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Comments (2)
Oh, the night! I don’t want to stay awake thinking of poems and stories, I want to sleep and write in the daylight - otherwise I won’t sleep! Great rhyming poem about writing - super job!! ❣️
Hi! I am a new subscriber; I completely relate to night-time muses. My best work is always done between midnight and 4 a.m.