The bearing tree has understood,
The mission to create,
But, We, poor fools,
Do not know yet,
That Love’s better than hate.
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It’s all about
The rest is justAltogether,Frills and flimsyLace,Poetry can’t helpBeing,The innermostWitness,Of the feelingsOf the human race.
The generosity of Poetry
That it allows you to sayWhat you are feeling today,What you love,And even,Maybe, at timesWhat Life is all about.
I suppose
Happiness, does existBut is it not, just aboutThe most looked for,Overrated, Fairy TaleThat in our HistoryExists?
To try to write what’s right,
To give Love wings,With words that sing,To give the darkness light,Take words to feeling’s height,Love verse, with all their might,Things Poet’s try to do,It’s a Calling,Through and Through.
A poem must speak
From insideNever,It’s true feelingsHide,Or deny,Its Heart feltMessage,Clearly, gratifyRejectingHate, destructionAs disqualified.Poets,Be the HopeOf the World!In these times,So undignified,So lostSo vilified,Be the Love,We should carryWith human pridePoetry, be Brave!And never give inYou’re the LightOf our spirit,The Hope,Pride in feelingsFrom way, way within.
How many good hearts are there?
Do we think we can find any?Blindly groping in the dark,Who can we really trust?