‘More’, is just not a word,
It’s a constant site of attraction,
Proving perpetual human,
Dissatisfaction!
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A poem reaches out
What it will findWill it reach another mind?Will it move another’s heart?Will it be a consolationFor someone falling apart?Will this poem be a hand,That will kindly understand,That will spread love and not hate.Oh, that poem wish I’d write,That would reach all human height,Be compassion’s guiding light.
Come,
For a while,Tears but alsoSmiles.
Precious Poetry,
Stays young and vibrant,A Timeless Treasure.Love, immortalizedBy simple wordsNothing like it.Was ever heard.Poetry, will live foreverIt’s the best,Of all human endeavorsSoul written,With all the Poet’sLove, sincerity and fervor.
Do we all have,
Inside of us?And if so,Is it a minus,Or a plus?
Raped, gutted and aborted,
Can a country like this survive?Those who are in charge,Who supposedly take care,Now provide,The poison and the seeds,Of our demise,And our own destruction.
Poets,
Almost everything,They are inquisitiveFools,Idealists,Sad Clowns,That put on a showOf words,PretendingAnswers, found.