Writing Poetry


Words are swords slashing through the crisp wind,
As minds drown into the wild forest of heed.
Writing poetry is as acting charades in front of wondering audience.
Senseless gestures come together making them tense.
Though it wears them off, obscurity holds them hooked.
The more ambiguous, the more mysterious a whim becomes.
And I swear to write one after another,
Until the very lone day came in my deathbed,
A verse that will keep one scratching his silver-grey head.


Author: Danica Aquino

Tied the knot with performing arts since fourth grade; is an amateur writer (currently on her quest to writing her first novel); book and animal lover; always entranced by nature.

2 thoughts on “Writing Poetry”

  1. Love the line “writing poetry is like acting charades”
    Great poem! 🙂
    Maybe my blog posts might be of interest to you?


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