Poetry is the way
you play with language
letting it dance
under a disco ball sky
whilst opening
a part of your heart, a doorway inside,
and laying it out
for everyone to devour.
It lies. It speaks in riddles,
but its truth lives,
as sure as the grass grows in green fields,
if you delve a little deeper
and start to enjoy how it feels.
Poetry is beauty.
It is love. It is fear and hurt.
It is light and dark.
It sits in every atom
that creates every living, beating heart.
Poetry is life breathing oxygen into your lungs.
Poetry is that oxygen
pulsing through your bloodstream,
feeding your brain.
Poetry is
the rain
that washes away painful tears
that you have cried for too long,
tears that scar your face
like a river through the countryside.
It’s a forest where there are no trees
behind which to hide, just branches of stories
that leave so much truth behind.
It’s the song of a bird sung to no one.
It is that special someone that you dote upon.
It's all of this and more,
it’s the magic that lives
deep within everyone.
Poetry is the call of forever,
the echo of her voice.
Poetry is the silence
when you fall in love
with a heart that’s pure
and your lips touch for the very first time.
Forever begins to feel like
it can never be long enough,
as you are sure
a lifetime will never be able to contain
all of the memories you want to store,
as there are a billion skies
through which you wish to soar.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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