THE POET AND THE PEN 

This is where 

Poetry begins 

When the thoughts and words 

From the poet 

Merge with the paper and pen 

Poetic dreams coming alive 

Right before the poet’s own eyes 

With words and lines 

That are steadily on the rise 

For the power of poetry 

Tends to surprise 

And fly 

Over and above 

This world and the many lives 

For a poet never asks why 

They instead just take flight 

For this is what happens 

From the time that they 

Begin to write and recite 

Doing so with poise 

And making lots of literary noise 

With tons of artistic might 

Lyrical prowess 

That is out of sight 

Reserved only for those poets 

That savor the passion 

And continue to fight 

As each poetic piece 

Tends to bite 

Turning darkness upside down 

Underneath bright and glaring lights 

Expression without hesitation 

And never feeling contrite 

With every piece written