Once Upon a Poet’s Dream
Imagination came to life.
Once Upon a Poet’s Dream
It wasn’t sleep, it was spark,
words kicking walls in the dark,
lines that bit, lines that burned,
pages twisted, truth returned.
The dream wasn’t gentle,
it punched through the seams,
built from a pen
and a poet’s cracked dreams.
No silver crowns, no velvet thrones,
just broken streets and ringing phones,
voices wired, raw and clear,
stories no one wants to hear.
Alive in ink, born from dust,
driven by love, torn by trust,
I made this world with nothing more
than a poet’s thoughts, a pen to war.
And still it breathes, still it fights,
on empty days and sleepless nights.
No fairy tale, no silent streams,
this is life,
once upon a poet’s dream.
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About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (5)
Love this HUGS
Thank you everyone xxxxxd
A battle cry for every poet who's ever written through the dark.
beautifully expressed .. lovely
Exactly true. Good job.