Poetry, more than mere words on the page's scroll,
Resounds within, where human depths are found.
A primal cry for change, for lasting peace,
In verse, these longings find their sweet release.

The poet's quill, a blade both sharp and keen,
Transcends mere ink to realms seldom seen.
A healing balm, it tends the wounded heart,
Ignites a spark in souls that seek a start.

In woven verses, realms enchanting glow,
Where dreams and fancies in abundance flow.
Through lyrical lines, uncharted paths unfold,
And worlds emerge, their mysteries untold.

Oh, poetry, life's breath, a measured chime,
A gift, a treasure, for all of endless time.
As verse and stanza weave their sacred whole,
Let music touch, and deeply stir the soul.