Legends In Lines: What Is Poetry?

Poetry, more than mere words on the page's scroll, Resounds within, where human depths are found. A primal cry for change, fPoetry, more than mere words on the page's scroll, Resounds within, where human depths are found. A primal cry for change, for lasting peace, In verse, these longings find their sweet release. The poet's quill, a blade both sharp and keen, Transcends mere ink to realms seldom seen. A healing balm, it tends the wounded heart, Ignites a spark in souls that seek a start. In woven verses, realms enchanting glow, Where dreams and fancies in abundance flow. Through lyrical lines, uncharted paths unfold, And worlds emerge, their mysteries untold. Oh, poetry, life's breath, a measured chime, A gift, a treasure, for all of endless time. As verse and stanza weave their sacred whole, Let music touch, and deeply stir the soul.or lasting peace, In verse, these longings find their sweet release. The poet's quill, a blade both sharp and keen, Transcends mere ink to realms seldom seen. A healing balm, it tends the wounded heart, Ignites a spark in souls that seek a start. In woven verses, realms enchanting glow, Where dreams and fancies in abundance flow. Through lyrical lines, uncharted paths unfold, And worlds emerge, their mysteries untold. Oh, poetry, life's breath, a measured chime, A gift, a treasure, for all of endless time. As verse and stanza weave their sacred whole, Let music touch, and deeply stir the soul.