Words As Art: the Power of Prose Poetry
Words as Art: The Power of Prose Poetry
In the quiet of the night, when the moon is high and the stars are bright, I sit alone with my thoughts, pen in hand, and a blank page before me. It's a canvas waiting to be filled with the colors of my imagination.
I take a deep breath and let the words flow like a river, pouring out from the depths of my soul. Each sentence, each line, is a piece of me, woven together to create a tapestry of emotion and beauty.
My words dance across the page, a symphony of sound and rhythm. They sing of love and loss, of joy and pain, of hope and despair. They are a reflection of the world around me, capturing the essence of life in all its complexity.
I write with a passion that burns bright, fueled by the fire in my heart. I am a storyteller, a dreamer, a poet. And with each word, each phrase, I paint a picture that speaks to the hearts of those who read it.
For me, writing is more than just putting words on a page. It's an art form, a way of expressing the deepest parts of myself. And in this contest, I know that my prose poetry will shine, for it is a testament to the power of the written word, and to the beauty of the human spirit.
Copyright © Muhammed Adnan Yakoob | Year Posted 2023
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