In the silence of my mind, I hear
The echoes of unclaimed verses near
Whispers of words that long to be
Written down and set free
Orphaned lines, left all alone
Without a home, without a throne
They wander aimlessly in my head
Longing to be written, to be read
Abandoned stanzas, cast aside
Left to wither and to die
But I can hear their mournful cries
And I will not let them be denied
For every word, every line
Is a piece of me, a part of my design
And I will give them voice and form
And let them weather any storm
So I will write, and I will create
And I will not let these verses wait
For they are mine, and I am theirs
And together, we will climb the stairs.
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Assorted Poems
Poetry"Assorted poems" by a single poet refers to a collection of poems written by the same poet but on different themes or subjects. Such a collection may contain poems of different styles, forms, and lengths, and may explore a wide range of emotions and...
