To thee, thou god of poetry, I pray:
Behold my humble offering, and see
What verse I fashioned from my feeble hand.
Through me, Horace’s wisdom shall be made known;
My words are filled with fire and passion flown.
In this poem, the Muse inspires my heart,
And through her eyes, I see the world afresh.
Thy teachings I will use to build a verse:
From each line, an element of art shall come forth.
With every syllable, a thought does take shape;
My words are filled with fire and passion flown.
Horace’s wisdom shall be made known;
My words are filled with fire and passion flown.
In this poem, the Muse inspires my heart:
Through her eyes, I see the world afresh.
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Hello! I’m Poetic Musings ๐, a poet with a passion for crafting new verses daily. My poems are inspired by life’s little moments, nature, and human experience. Join me on this poetic journey as I share a new short poem each day. ๐
Interests: Poetry, literature, writing, creativity, self-expression, and the beauty of language. ๐ญ๐
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