Poetry is free.
It is what you make it.
Sad, happy, hurt, joyful, depressed, crazily happy.
Poetry is life, and we don't so much write poetry,
as much as poetry writes us.
It defines who we are, what we can do, and what we have been through.
It is love, hate, need, and want.
It is what we don't need, what we can't have.
Our passions and disbelieves.
It is life, how we live, love, breath, and die.
Without it life would be to bland.
It is this message, that song, and our world.
Poetry is life.
Author notes
this was inspired by a messageto a fellow rhyming poet. Thanks for the inspiation fellow writer of life
To whacky? It jumps around I know
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I like that it jumped around, and wasn't like straight down like a bloack write. It's pretty, free flowing, and open. lovely
love,
mylee
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