*MY 100TH*
+Thanks to whoever is reading this for helping me make it this far in my poetic journey+
In the first collection, love did bloom,
A tapestry of hearts, dispelling gloom.
In the second, anxiety took hold,
A tempest within, emotions untold.
Pain came next, in the third collection,
A poignant reminder of life's reflection.
But hope emerged, in the fourth installment,
A beacon of light, never to be dormant.
The fifth collection unveiled self-discovery,
A journey inward, finding one's true story.
And in the sixth, a soul odyssey untamed,
Exploring realms unknown, where dreams are named.
Seventh collection ignited the spark of imagination,
Unleashing the mind to realms of creation.
And eighth collection, an embrace so pure,
Uniting souls, a love that would endure.
Now here we stand, at this hundredth verse,
A culmination of themes, a poetic universe.
Love, anxiety, pain, hope, and self-discovery,
With imagination, embrace, a soul's recovery.
May these words resonate within your heart,
A tapestry of emotions, a poetic work of art.
For in this poem's essence, a journey lies,
Through collections of life, where the spirit flies.
+I hope you enjoyed this poem!+
-soulpoet-
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THE COLLECTIONS OF SOULPOET
PoetryThis actually isn't a book but a portal into the life of love, pain, regrets, joy, and other emotions of soul poet.This portal takes you to a world of poetry all written by a teenager whose life is defined by his poems. Hope when you get transported...
