If you read
The right Poem,
Won is, the game
As with Love,
Just the same.
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If Poetry
Should ever end,Where would we goTo cry our tears,To share our fears,To stay aliveWhere, could we go?
Poet, you’d better hope
That you keep on looking for Heaven,Even though it’s never found.
How strange,
My peaceful day,Intensive gray,That will not stay,Just floats away,Perpetual change,How strange.The changing shapes,The light that drapes,Some shadows,Memories,The clouds are here,And then there gone,Like certainly will we
Sometimes from pain,
Conceiving the deepest feelings,That artistically may thrive,As consolation,For the love that is gone,As a poetic drive,That to paradise and contentment,Will never again arrive.
Poems can make you happy,
Poems can even sometimes,Make you very mad,But oh, how they are fulfilling,Like no other read can be,Never underestimate a poem,They have the immortal power,To make of Liberty, a tower,And forever set you free.
The tears that did not fall,
Straight into my soulForever more.The love I did not have,Where did it go?Stayed as the dream,I’d never know.