So much to say,
So little time,
Express it all,
With simple rhyme.
Or make it new,
By
Flaunting
Style,
Top it off,
With a little smile.
Prose or not,
As poetry goes,
It has us all here,
In its throws.
The ups
The downs
The in-betweens
Expressing through,
This special means.
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The Words Fall Onto The Page Muddled In my brain Muddled In my brain But They Drop Onto Paper, Scratching Into Wood, Carving Onto Stone.
My poems are thoughts. That come from my mind. Some of them dirty. Some can be kind. I can write fiction. Or even the truth. My sexual poems. Go through the roof. Sometimes you won't like.
I write for the sheer joy of expressing myself. A palette of words to paint a thought. A feast for your palate adventures have brought. To have you cry with me. Or share in my laughter.
It's placing ones all With pen onto paper Airing your thoughts For lovers and haters It can be escapism When pain plays a role Writing it out Cleansing the soul Exorcizing the demons That reside...
So apparently I need to learn to rhyme, So what if I can't it's not a crime, Maybe I need to go back to school, Then over lyrical perfection I can drool, Or maybe I just write what I feel, That way...
Poetry is a simple thing Just like a simple thought- It comes and goes- It flows and flows- Words that bend the heart.
Flow. Like the sea and the sand and a pen in my hand, Flow. Like the stars and the moon lighting up the gloom, Flow. I hope these words never stop else I think I will pop, Flow.
Hand me my pencil, let me write. Forget the pad and phone. Scribble down some words tonight. And make them all your own. Write a poem to a lover. A story or an ode. As long as someone or another.
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