Blank space,
An empty void to some,
But to the warriors, potential
The ones fending off the silence,
Removing dark to reveal their brilliance
Not looking to what they don't have,
But in expectation of what they can make
As an alchemist in his lab, they step forward and take up the plate.
Some see dead ends, but us?
Dead ends a good poem doth make.
Rivers of gold from our frustration,
Bursting forth in new expression
Don't accept what's handed to you,
But use it to make something new
Only in silence can you compose
Only in darkness can you create
Only the dirt can sprout a rose,
And life a poem doth make
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Random poems
PoetryI will write random poems as inspiration comes. It's a hobby so don't expect regular updates. Suggestions are welcome within reason.
