Poetry of Rebellion

In the hallowed halls of silent ink,
A rebellion stirred, a poet’s link,
To words unshackled, verses bold,
A tapestry of tales untold.

In shadows cast by tyrant’s might,
The quill arose, embraced the fight,
A poetry of rebellion spun,
Against the tides, where tyrants run.

Each stanza danced in anarchy’s embrace,
A revolution in the written space,
Lines that echoed a defiance loud,
Against oppression, standing proud.

The ink flowed with insurgent grace,
In every metaphor, a rebel’s trace,
Rhymes conspired, a dissenting choir,
Kindling the flames of poetic fire.

Stanzas etched with fearless strokes,
On parchment pure, rebellion evokes,
A symphony of chaos, verses free,
A sonnet’s call to anarchy.

Metaphors clashed like swords in strife,
In the poetry of rebellion’s life,
Challenging norms, breaking chains,
In every rhythm, freedom gains.

Words woven into a tapestry,
Of dissent and glorious anarchy,
Verse by verse, a revolution sown,
In the fertile soils of the unknown.