When I put my pen on paper,
everything else falls away.
I'm in my own utopia,
where there is no night and day.

Once I start, it's hard to stop,
my hands keep movin’ round the clock.
Imagination keeps me goin’,
I'm always ready to write and rock.

I thank my family for this passion,
it all started with a few books.
Now, I find myself obsessed,
as they pull me closer with their hooks.

When the words start to flow,
I hurriedly jot them down.
They could be about anything,
a feminist hero or ghost town.

I'm not big on grammar,
my vocabulary is not that vast.
But, honestly, I don't care,
because, to me, writings a blast!

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

    Leave a Reply

    This Poems Story

    It\'s simple, I love to write and I felt there was no better way to say that than by writing it