Poetry does not need a meaning or defintion.
Poetry is how the reader reads it,
Poetry is how the poet writes it.
Poetry is real,
Poetry is fake,
Poetry is everything,
Poetry is fate.
Poetry is rythm.
Poetry can ryme.
Poetry is anything, I make it mine.
Poetry is not words…
Not page nor pen.
Take this out and you will see.
What is poetry then?
What could it possibly be
If you limit this use of expression.
Isn’t this how poetry sings?
With words? Small words, long words—
Simple words. Light words.
Words that sing to the gut
And to the ear.
And this isn’t how poetry breathes?
I don’t believe so. I don’t believe it is.
Poetry is the break, the beat,
The human machine,
The red scarf,
The marble gumdrop.
The silent dog and singing leaves.
Poetry is sounds, not words
In which we hear. Poetry
Is the maze of Keats
And Whitman, Komunyakaa.
Poetry is a confession…
A rope to tie these minds
Firmly onto a metal seat and catechize
Until they weep. To whip
A confession out ourselves.
This is poetry.
Poetry is all water and air,
Stars in dirt and dirt in stars.
Poetry is their voice,
Poetry is our own voice.
Poetry is this invisible touch
Tickling and scraping our bones,
Our bones which words could never
Rainbow
A reach.
Anybody could write a bunch of words down
Anybody could make it look like it means something.
You try to write from the heart
You try to write about what it means to you.
But sometimes it can not just be like that
Sometimes your heart won't give you the answer.
But then you try to look around
You try to find an answer to the problem.
Then you learn that there are not words for everything
You learn somethings just can not be described.
But you don't give up
You don't lose the will to move on.
You want to write those words so you will remember
You write the feelings into poetry so you can not forget.
You must remember your poetry is worth more then any amount of money
You must remember it does not matter who read's it, it matters that you never forget your own words.
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