Who wields the pen, and brings the stories to light?
No single name, no king upon a throne,
But a collective, where each voice is known.
The poets weave their tales, with skill and grace,
Their ink a brush, that paints the world's embrace.
From sonnets bold, to verses free and wild,
Each piece a treasure, unique, and child.
The audience, they hold the power, it's true,
Their hearts and minds, where meaning can accrue.
They judge the words, they laugh, they weep, they sigh,
And through their eyes, the poems rise and fly.
So, who runs the show? It's not a solo act,
But a tapestry, where each thread is intact.
The poet's art, the reader's deep delight,
In Poem Entertainment, they share the light.