Poetry is a prophesy, words that hold power and weight,
Verses that dance in rhythm, a symphony of fate,
It's a language of the soul, a divination of sorts,
In its lyrical embrace, the future it courts.
With every line and stanza, a prophecy is born,
A glimpse into the unknown, a truth to be sworn,
It speaks of love and loss, of pain and delight,
Whispering secrets, hidden in plain sight.
The poet's pen a wand, his words a magic spell,
Enchanting hearts and minds, his prophecy to tell,
For poetry is a mirror, reflecting what's to come,
A guide to navigate, when life's battles are won.
It reveals the mysteries, of the human heart,
A roadmap through emotions, a journey to embark,
It's an exploration of the mind, a glimpse into the soul,
A prophesy of purpose, a path to make whole.
Poetry is a prophesy,
A seer who seen tomorrow,
In its elastic form, it takes on many shapes,
From sonnets to ballads, free verse escapes.
It's a flexible medium, to convey the divine,
A poetry is a prophesy,
So let the words flow freely, in an elastistical way,
For poetry is a prophesy, that has much to say.
Listen to its whispers, for it knows what's to be,
Poetry is a prophesy, let it guide you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem