You communicate a world so free,
A world where we all,
Sometimes want to be,
Where Love is a Tower,
And Peace can flower,
Because that is what is Poetry.
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I love the Words,
Like a caressing melody,For I can hear their symphony,A quick rhyme here,A sonic flare,And then there’s lightning,Everywhere.My beating heart,Begins to dance,I write as if,I’m in a trance,I see the World,Now, at one glance,And feel the joy,Of true Romance.Mysterious words,That talk to me,And make me feel,Such Ecstasy,You are my World,My fantasy,The promised land,Of Poetry.
Hold my hand
I need your loveMore than you’ll ever know,For without LoveIn Life,There is no placeTo hide or goAnd we feel lostLike Autumn leaf,That wind does toss,And through.
Those who believe
Than those that don’t.Those who loveAre more fulfilledThan those that don’tThose who write PoetryDon’t give upSo, neither you nor IWon’t.Those who love LibertyDon’t lie, to exerciseControl,So, as Americans,We won’t.
To be able to express,
To be able to caress,You’re inner ceilings,Height and glory,Constant reelings,Of deep feelings,Earthquake, chilling,So appealing,Artist’s power,Godlike, feeling.
There is something so spiritual,
Something words cannot describe,It’s that certain feelingThat just makes you glad,You are alive.
‘Living above the clouds, ‘
Sown together by imagination,No open seams,Constructing a perfect world,Where all get along,Where beauty and love reignFrom an imaginary throne,Certainly a poet’s dreamBut reality never follows,Their idealistic stream,So, therefore, regrettingTo say the truth,I end my silly song,Hoping, I am wrong.