Unknown Unnamed Poet

I am an unknown, unnamed poet,

A picture painted from the heart's quiet.

Adorned with ornaments of rhyme and flair,

A greedy soul for words and their care.

I pour my emotions into my lines,

Unveiling sorrows that deeply entwine.

When beauty and love embrace my sight,

My poetry glows with a radiant light.

I wander through cities built in dreams,

A vagabond carried by imagination's streams.

Under foggy nights, I find my bed,

Cradled in moonlight, where thoughts are spread.

My heart, a mirror reflecting life's hue,

Mending broken dreams, making them new.

Unbiased and pure, I shape my soul,

Fitting words and rhythms into a whole.

Thorns of poison line my path,

Curving roads testing my heart's wrath.

Yet I walk alone with fearless stride,

Unshaken by shadows that lurk and bide.

To calm my restless heart, I retreat,

To forests and hills where peace I meet.

The melody of waterfalls, a soothing stream,

Their gentle murmur sings my dream.

My imagination serves as my sight,

The paper, my witness, in silent delight.

With rhythm and thought as my adornment fair,

The pen stands by me, my loyal pair.

A little different from the world's display,

I am an unknown, unnamed poet, this day.