Journey of a Poet I am Poetry 3

A poet dreams, a tale to tell, With ink-stained fingers, heart aglow, He wanders paths where wild thoughts flow. In valleys deep where echoes dwell, A poet’s soul weaves tales to tell. Through bustling streets and the still of night, He captures whispers, the world in sight, He sails on dreams, Finding beauty in moments, but never at a cost. He scribes down visions that float in the sky, In laughter and sorrow, in love's sweet embrace, The poet finds solace, a sacred space. As doubts creep in, and the nights turn wrong,` Yet with every stumble, a lesson learned, He learns that truth wears many a face, In the silence, the chaos, the mundane routine, The poet discovers what living can mean. So he journeys on, with the world at his feet, In the language of longing, where passions meet, Forever a seeker, in verses unchained, He weaves his legacy into the night, For the journey of a poet is never complete, It's a boundless odyssey, where hearts and words greet. A poet finds their sacred space; With every stanza, every rhyme, They carve their mark upon the time. For every journey starts anew, With ink and passion, they pursue.