Ink Pen


Ink pen, tell me about a story you know,
From today or from many years ago.
Write the words of your own desire, my hand is to be your supplier.

Let the words flow across the paper.
Create them with the knowledge of their maker.
Write them with the perfection they require,
My hand is to be your supplier.

Say what has never been heard,
Speak the truth in every single word.
Write until your tip burns with fire,
My hand is to be your supplier.

Tell me about a story you know,
My hand is to be your supplier.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem