A Poets Claim

I raise my pen

Against the page

Sturdy in thought

Fervent in words

Writing ✍️ down on that paper below

The words begin to flow

Not a flaw or mistake

As my words are many

Whispers of sentences

Raising in my mind

A poet is what I am

Putting words to rhyme

And creativity in my hand

No one writing ever the same

Hidden in the words I say

A personality

A character

A rhyme

The poets hand

So unique

Each a different style

Though a poets word can go a mile

A poet is what I am

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