i'm making poetry to cry to,
under the shadow of a dim lamp,
alone, but not lonely in these moments,
with pages whispering solace.the silence thickens,
a blanket of night,
where only the rustle of paper
breaks the void.words unfurl, like ancient spells,
weaving a tapestry of distant lands,
where dragons breathe fire,
and heroes fight with honor.i find comfort in their sadness,
a strange peace in their perils,
each tear a bridge to another world,
where reality blurs, and i am whole.in realms where magic thrives,
i shed my skin, become a part
of tales spun with gold and shadow,
feeling most alive in the fantasy.the loneliness fades,
as the ink wraps around my heart,
each letter a balm, a promise
of adventures beyond the stars.here, i am more than flesh,
more than sorrow and silence,
i am a dreamer, a wanderer,
finding joy in every journey.so, i'm making poetry to cry to,
finding my truest self in these lines,
lost in the enchantment of stories,
where sadness turns to joy, and i am free.
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poems
Poesiapoems i've written. i recommend reading from the bottom of the parts and working up to the first one. i promise they get better and more lengthy. the first few poems are rhyme schemes, the rest are free verse peoms. please don't take without credits...