The story is very simple,
Love is the poets’ call.
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The World is on the bend,
But lack of Liberty,Is always Tragedy.
Most poems carry secrets,
Trying to decipher them,Is part of how they grow.
The unstoppable
That cannot beDefinedWill only have,HealingIn the miracle find,Of the love for anotherAnd their union sublime.Love is LifeAt its height!Love is the onlyFeeling,With such powerfulMight,That once upon a dream,Can forever and everSo deeply unite,Not only two beingsBut the whole WorldMake right.
Life, Discovery
Travel thru our HistoryAnd whatever,Is good in usWas born mysteriouslyAs were the Stars,Luminosity desired,Luminosity, inspiredBy some kind ofMiracle,Translated into, poemsAnd works of art.You can’t create,Without sincerity or love,Inspiration isn’t enoughFor all things, truly humanWere discovered, recoveredSculpted into some great PoemOr some illustrious Work of Art,Creative Anatomy,Is the revelationPerhaps, the explanationOf what, in this tormented lifeSets…
Country, Country,
How do your problems grow?With lies and bells,And cracked up shells,Brought by ‘Politicos’
Poetry communicates,
You can imagine,In a most naturalAnd heart felt fashion.