I wield words with aplomb and verve,
Throughout my lines and many a stanza;
My clever wordplay makes me swerve,
Writing more than a mere banner.

My pauses have potent dramatic effect,
My rhymes had no choice but to linger;
Through talent and toil I now deflect,
The darkest of poetic blunders.

My words are crafted with care in my quill,
Metaphorical shapes I do fashion;
I tirelessly seek to evoke a chill,
Or at least an interesting passion.

My cleverness shines through every phrase,
I try to push its boundaries;
My hard work allows me to raise,
Others' admiration as currencies.

My wit shows like an eclipse's ray,
The power of my artistry to flaunt;
Like a lion's roar I seize the day,
Unmoved by fear and faint dreads.

My writing is a runaway train,
The power of my diction undeniable;
No feat has me yet to attain,
My skills are just unstoppable.

My verses and the images they bring,
Surpass that which most can achieve;
My poems are like a heavenly spring,
An amazing feat I do achieve.

So capable I become an entity,
Among them a place on the podium;
My writing and skill an ancestry,
I'm gifted like a blooming lotus.
© dougienever