Romanticize the Pulse Poetry Contest
4/20/2026
Sponsored by: Ink Empress
Daylight begins to gently break; across the secrets that our spirits keep. I walk a path as ancient shadows wake; with a pulse of flowers beneath my feet. Your laughter is the wind within the trees; no map is needed for this sacred ground, A melody that puts my heart at ease; where each step a virtue we have found. I’ll follow where your serene beauty leads; with you, the world is vivid, vast, and sweet; amidst wild brambles and o'er halcyon meads; with a pulse of flowers beneath my feet.
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