I suppose that’s why there’s Poetry,
With its Beauty and sincerest,
Honesty.
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We love to share our poems
The story is very simple,Love is the poets’ call.
Nothing puts a bigger smile
Than a poem read,That sets apartFeelings,That as humansWe should haveOf brotherhood,And that denyOur bitter historyOf grave injustice,And disgrace,That for so long have beenOur own, disgraceful waste!
Oh, I get lost in good verse!
With delight, way deep, insideEmbracing, every word and meaning.That penetrating Light,That delectable flightThat we must have,To photosynthesize,Our feelings.
Come,
We will walk togetherTo the promised landOf Love,Where nothing can hurt usWhere we’ll be aboveAll pain,Loneliness, forever slain,Tell me,Is there more ParadiseTo gain?
Poets make up,
Imagination, ‘oblige’,Watch out!They are dreamersThat see beyond dreams,That love, beyond love,That want to make words,Fly without Wings,That want to LoveAll thingsAll defenseless, things,All innocence, All beauty,Till they die.So, please watch out,So much love,May be fatal!In a World that killsInnocence and Olive Branch,Carrying, Doves.And that sometimesEven murders, Truth,That Poets, love, so much!
The uncontested worth
Does not endReading it once,It lives on,ImmaculatelyInto the depthsOf immortalityAnd Time.