If poerty was meant to love,
There is a cupid a arrow in my pen.
If poetry was meant to prove,
In my poems see the evidence of gain out of pain.
If poetry was meant to hate,
Feel the wrath of hatred in my lines,
If poetry was meant to wait,
Acknowledge the patience between my rhymes,
If poetry was meant to protest,
This poem is against all felonies.
If poetry was meant to confess,
I blend my deepest sins in my ironies.
If poetry was meant to forever live,
I embalm my brains on this paper.
If poetry was meant to believe,
Feel the faith in my words condensing like vapour.
If poetry was meant to please,
Inhale my flows and blow a gentle sigh of relief.
If poetry was meant to ease,
Embrace this poem and hope it cuddles your grief.
there is no space for IF enjoy every angle of life. it's your choice. infinity is life line of poetry.
poetry and self. good. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
'If poetry was meant to forever live, I embalm my brains on this paper.' - -WOW! :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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