The Birth of a Poem

The Birth of a Poem
By ThePoetOfSteel

Starting as an idea then coming to life
The birth of a poem is very precise
Once was empty, dim and pallid
Words are vegetables in its own salad

Phrases are used everywhere
Popping out, here and there
Phrases setting out different tones
Some delighting the reader others chilling the bones

It is like playing a game for the first time
Before it was known, once was a surprise
These stories with rhythm and beat
Once you to read and take your seat

So, when a new poem is ready
Open the story and take it steady
Cause these don’t approach all the time
That’s why it has this intriguing rhyme

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