Where they come from,
The comfort, they glow.
Poetry knows,
And says so.
Never let Poetry go,
It’s part of our Universal Soul,
It’s part of being human, that’s all.
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I love you,
The heart doesn’t listen,Even, if you want it to.I love you,And it’s very hard,Because I can’t tell you,My whole life is sad.I love you,How can that be?I don’t even know you,And you don’t know me.
If you have no good feelings
Then you have no soul,And if you have no soulYou’re not a person at all.
There is no song for loneliness,
The skies are gray, and lightning rays,Illuminate the darkness.There is no song for Love that’s gone,And you, you keep on caring,Your heart becomes a jaded cage,From then on all despairing.
I thoroughly dislike,
No, I’m not a racistAnd don’t you dare!I speak of poemsOf poems, so darkEven with a flairThey remain,Incomprehensible!In their lair,‘Of I don’t care’So, to them I say,Good night,And ask,About those poems,‘Who turned offthe light? ‘
Poetry has,
That nothing else has,It’s the music from the Poet’s soul,That gets to sing, is heard, he hopesIn verses that will ever last..
Five fingers on our Hand,
That let you understand,That Life and Love can be written,With the simple stroke, of a Hand.