Do we become more sage,
With age or remain,
The same old fools?
Trying to replay,
Our past mistakes?
The same old play,
While still on stage.
Do we ever change?
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In well written poemsOf human esteem.Nothing communicates,Like poetic verseNor is as far reachingAnd velvety terse.
I like to love you
Full of poetryFull of melodyFull of hope,Just for us, Two.Love is quite possessive tooAnd does lend to those in loveThe best memories, the best momentsThat our lives can ever haveFor beyond all other feelings,Love is Love.
Life is strange,
But if the two should meetHard to get back on your feet.
We’re All,
No, it’s not crazyTo say,That what we attackToday,May have beenSomething,We may haveWanted to doWhen very youngAnd inexperiencedBut never dared to.Older now,Do we regret itOr still, very muchWant to? …
In Poetry,
Philosophy, Psychology, HistoryImagery, Color,Beauty of language,Perfect symmetryOf mind and soul,Making it,The most beloved of allLiving Arts,The closest to our heartsSince writing first sawIts heavenly dawn.
What a Poem can do,
Of intense communication:Lift you up with a smile,Make you dream for a while,Leave this Earth without wings,Make you see absurd things,Transport you to deep feelings,Written in splendid style,Poems do this and much more,Our inner thinking worlds,They so emotionally explore.