The Poet’s life, sweat and tears,
Feelings grown thru many years,
Dreams, Fantasies, Disappointments,
That nobody wants, that nobody hears.
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Yes, the road to Hell,
Lies from Truth, you cannot tell.
Poets communicate?
Thru rhyme and reason,In any season,They really do!Poets communicate with Light,And words that cause no fright,But try to alleviate the heart,And give unto Life and Love,A much clearer insight,Poets communicate with magic,Thru a world of words that tries,To make our petty lives less tragic.
Two steps away from Madness,
The Blood rushing to his sadness,That nobody can hear.
Flowers!
Shapes divine,No living thingHas created,A perfect beautySuch as thine.
Poetry!
How can I help loving you?When the things you sayCapture beauty’s eyeSend the heart spinningIn a journey full of LoveWay, way up into the skyWhen I’m with you,Wings I do not need to flySee, what this love isI think I’ve given youEnough reasons, Why.
In Life,
So much to thinkAnd yet we’re lostWithout Love’s link.