My Poetry Mountain
If my mountain of poetry stood so tall,
What words would tell I tried it all?
Love to flowers, dark poetry to night,
Passion in verses, a soul set alight.
Each stanza a peak, each rhyme a stone,
Carved by the echoes of thoughts I’ve known.
Winds whisper sonnets, rivers hum songs,
In valleys where lost words truly belong.
From haikus that flutter like petals in air,
To odes that thunder with burdens we bear,
My mountain stands, unwavering, free—
A testament to the poetry in me.
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
Stay and read please. Like&follow me. If my poetry touches your ♥️ maybe leave a small tip
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