Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
Chappell (2009)
My pen writes blackAnd sometimes blue
Or red and even green inside
As the ink bonds to the paper
Like a father to his first born
His pride
My pen is accurate
And sharp in it's technique
It says all the thoughts
Inside my head
When I don't know, what to speak
My pen tells of places
I've never even been
It takes my readers for a ride
In cars they'd never spin
My pen is true
To my fingers, in which I am blessed to write
It comforts my spirit
When I can't sleep
On those turbulent nights
My pen writes long and hard
My pen writes light
It is my voice, of expression
My pen, my sole
My INSIGHT