We poets are writers of our "made - up truth",
We dance to the rhyme by the wise sage 'flute',
We sing enchanted stories in our created language,
To which our fantasies are freed and demons are vanguished,
We 'summon' up gods from ancient history,
We seek out lores of wonder and mystery,
We sing of foes of forgotten myths,
In rampant tones,however it fits,
Our words are like one of a 'fancy phrase',
Unclear,decipherable but like a misty daze,
With each own's peculiar differentiality,
Is what makes us unique and creates individuality.
End.
Author's p.o.v
So vaca time,finally glad to be able to rest after this term's hell. Since I couldn't really write poems during my exam,I just jobbled up and wrote the first thing that cane to mind.
I didn't want you pips to wait any longer so here ya go. Hope u liked it,Enjoy!
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Tea Of Thoughts
PoetryThis is my little gallery of scripted words from the diary of a Nigerian teen. Hope your enjoy your time here.
