Beautiful Poems

I meet a new challenge every day

They are quite devious, some may say.

A challenge a day keeps the heart awake,

A challenge a day keeps one mistake.

Often a day can beat me down,

Sometimes it knocks off my crown.

When I am sad and lonely I try to remember,

The part of my soul that is always clever.

For my soul can write like the sun,

Always beautiful and sometimes fun.

When I sit to write the words take my soul,

And I begin to act in a foreign role.

The pen in my hand, the spark in my eyes,

The world lights up as bright as sunny skies.

I write and I write until I can't feel my hand,

Then I shake it off and write like it's sand.

The rain falls down yet I am not aware,

I feel nothing of the wind whipping my hair.

I'm away, long gone, in a world of my own,

My pen and my paper are my throne.

I write to express what I'm feeling inside,

I write to feel when I having feelings to hide.

I write poems because poems are me,

I write poems because they are as beautiful as can be.