We are but tiny particles
Floating through infinite space
Of this estoric universe,
Attempting to make our place.
We are but mere travellers
On this journey of life,
Discovering the unknown;
Exploring, while we're alive.
We are but fellow artists
Making music from the heart,
Each stroke with a hue distinct;
Each aiming to play a part.
We are but passionate poets
Playing with words at random
Rhyming empty, trivial phrases
Enkindling our poetry in tandem.
We are but hopeful dreamers
Lost in a world of yearning,
Maybe the reason we're all the same
Is that to one place we're all returning.
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Here's a poem for you....after an infinity! I'm sorry but I had exams so....
Anyway, I hope to write more since I'm on holiday right now and I also hope my ever stagnant reads are going to get going ^_^ (Na...not complaining. Just stating facts!)
Poetry requests are open.
Until next time,
Love always,
-Staira
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Words of the Soul
PoetryPoems, Lyrics and Thoughts in Verse. You do not need to like poetry to read it. All a person needs is a soul to understand the meaning behind common words. All a person needs is a mind to relate to the intensity of otherwise meaningless letters. A...
