I Am A Young Poet Poem by kewulere alfanla

I am like a Bricklayer i mould
I penned, crafted base on mood
To serve as.. amusement or food
And make things fine in our hood

Not only just i write
Penned well, and right
Soft words not tight
So u can give a good sight

My pen is a sword
Penned sparkling words
Unable to pierce the flesh
But gives hope to the wretch

I am the one who shape
Scripted reasoning word
To defend myself in nature
With a word, well structure

My poem goes with the season
Each lines has it's own reason
For i write for you to gain
Not for my name to reign

Get me silent, perfect place
To meditate for word able trace
Hot, boiling and words
that gives a cut to the soul

I pin and hammer words
From thought to phrases
From phrases to lines
And heat them in the furnace of emotion

Let the hammer sparks
Let the fire begins
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