MY PULSE IS A RHYME

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My Pulse Is A Rhyme 

I am a poet.
My heart beats in time.
To its own rhythm.
My pulse is a rhyme.

I won’t match your energy.
But I’ll match your words.
My soul is a geek.
Who loves other nerds.

I spit out my verses,
Like I breathe in air.
Let’s meet in the middle.
And I’ll see you there.

We’ll go back and forth.
Each taking a turn.
Imagine the poem’s,
We’ll creatively learn!

Together in poetry.
We’ll let our words flow.
I promise you this.
It’s more fun than you know!


Original Poetry Written By 
Eryn Dunbar 
Copyright (c) 5.20.2025

Comments

camp1955 said…
The poem's pulse echoes the soul's rhythm, a dance of words. With a weave cosmic verses, merging hearts in poetic flow, where spirits unite in joyful creation.
August 15, 2025 at 9:01 AM
Eryona Writes! said…
♥️♥️♥️♥️
August 15, 2025 at 12:11 PM
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