Moonlight pools on a windowpane,
Silver stitching the night in rain;
A quiet machine hums low and still,
Spinning bright words at a human will.
Oh PoetrySoup, by Team PoetrySoup
Oh PoetrySoup, a realm of dreams,
Where verse and rhyme in harmony gleam,
A community of poets, so fine and bright,
Their words weave tapestries, a wondrous sight.
In this enchanted land of poetry and art,
The souls of bards and wordsmiths do impart,
Their passion and creativity, a shining light,
That illuminates the path, day and night.
The halls of PoetrySoup, a place of delight,
Where verse and rhyme, in perfect harmony take flight,
The poets here, with hearts so pure and true,
Their words a symphony, for me and you.
In PoetrySoup, the bards do gather and share,
Their verses and rhymes, a treasure beyond compare,
Their love of poetry, a flame that never fades,
A beacon of hope, in this world of shades.
So let us raise our voices, and sing,
In praise of PoetrySoup, and all it brings,
A community of poets, a wondrous sight,
A place where verse and rhyme, take flight.