World Poetry Day • March 21
Some words are not just said, they stay,
They echo soft, then find their way.
Not loud, not forced, not made to show,
But something real you come to know.
No need for lines that try too hard,
No need to play the clever card.
A simple phrase, a quiet tone,
Can say the things you’ve never shown.
It lives in thoughts you almost miss,
In silent doubts, in moments like this.
In words that land and gently stay,
Long after they have slipped away.
A line that feels like it is yours,
A truth that quietly opens doors,
A rhythm soft that flows right through,
Like something deeply close to you.
You do not need a poet’s name,
Or chase applause, or seek out fame.
Just write the truth, however small,
And let it simply be your call.
For poetry is not to impress,
But help the heart to say things best.
And in that line, both clear and free,
You pause—and say, “This sounds like me.”
⌨ ᴛʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᴏᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʙˡᵘᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵉᵐ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵇˡᵒᵍ
