As much as
What you feel.
Poetry,
Expresses,
Feelings
That no longer
The heart
Can conceal,
Making us free,
Never afraid
To feel or to be
Who we really are,
Who we really,
Can be,
The sky has no limit,
I love you,
Poetry!
As much as
What you feel.
Poetry,
Expresses,
Feelings
That no longer
The heart
Can conceal,
Making us free,
Never afraid
To feel or to be
Who we really are,
Who we really,
Can be,
The sky has no limit,
I love you,
Poetry!
Hate that feeds violence,Violence that feeds,Lying, power grabbers,That in every opportunityThey have, areHanging truth fromThe highest towerOut of reach,From pity and goodnessDevouring our finest hour,Where truth and compassionShould be upheld,Instead of Political,Dictatorial power.
In the most exquisite GardenWhere lies dead and buried,All of hate.
So difficult to happenBut when it does,Some call it, Love,The best inner feelingThat ever was!If it really happens!
In the most exquisite GardenWhere lies dead and buried,All of hate.
Coffee, Tea or Fantasy,Which will the poet,ChooseThat dependsOn sensitivityAnd what there isTo gain or lose.
No longer inThe competitionFloating intoOuter space…Said, the once,Very famousMovie StarBut,This time,Real tears,Ran painfully,Down, her onceBeautiful faceAnd the scriptWas real,Not make believe.