Guess what I am?
My home is the bottom of someone’s meaningful heart.
Born from the thought of someone’s pondering brain.
Begun from someone’s lyrical words.
And then formed from a writers enchanted pen, I came.
Guess what I am?
From the top of the Azure sea.
To the bottom of someone’s soft heart.
Travelling the world North to South.
I can be recited from one’s mouth.
Guess what I am?
Altering from the deep ocean to dry land.
Deep memories I could deliver.
Meanings that will touch your heart.
Or break it all apart.
Guess what I am?
We are all different… but the same.
Some full of love, some full of shame.
We can represent something sad.
Or something you might have had.
Guess what I am?
Some can show feeling.
Others can show meaning.
Guess what I am?
I am a poem.
By Adibah Azad
I am a poem
I am a poem,
sitting in an author’s creative mind,
being written gradually on paper,
ready to be read by people.
Different people read me,
I can see that they are rapidly learning new things,
which makes me feel valued,
and I feel as though I have a purpose.
I provide knowledge to the world and plant new ideas into their brains.
Scratch, scratch is what I hear as my master carefully adds to me,
how great it is to be, a poem like me.
By Omar Saleh
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