Pen or pencil
Big commotion,
A poem from the heart,
Ready to zoom,
It may be fair,
It may be good,
But most of all,
Should be understood.
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It is not how you think it,
It’s how you say it,And for that,To Poetry,I take off my hat!
You can never be jealous
The only ideal place,Where all fits like a glove.
A poem starts,
The verses growIdeas appear,And feelings flowFrom secret sparksDeep in your heart,The poem startsTo take its shape,The poet knowsThere’s no escape,The birth is nearCan’t be refrained,Freeing the poem,The poem freeJust Joy remains.
I love you, you know,
Upon our lives,For you to realize,That love is what’s important,The rest, Who cares?We improvise,What flowers we will plant,What roads down, we will dance,What countries we will speculate upon,Will we study them all, or only one?Who cares?Lovers don’t share, the World’s despair,They live in a shell of their own,Where it doesn’t matter,If their home is made…
I write what I feel,
And do not heelTo any politician.The lies and intriguesAre such!That you often wonderWhy in the worldAre they elected?To ever occupy,Any responsible position.
We all look for approval,
Friends that blow hot or cold,Or never come around.Make due with yourself,Do what’s right and bounce,That’s what really counts.