Poem about Poetry

No rules to follow
Only words to write
The words that carry the most of the might

Words we can relate to
connect us as we read
Reflect on our life, our death, our beliefs
True in simplicity
truth in its form
A poem tells it honestly
against the norm

Beauty found
in the placement of letters
Sounds to swim in
Words mesh together
Forming a body
beautiful, bold, better

We are walking poetry
Poems in free verse
All our souls dip
Into the ink
we immerse

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  1. ShaunaJune 9, 2010 at 4:05 PM

    Beautiful and full of soul! Love the last 3 lines...

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