I’m the definition of poetry,
My words cool and guide the heart like faithful sentry.
Below the hidden words in tunnel
I peep deep and jump out like squirrel.
Faded heart longs for my words
Raving them to facilitating thoughts.
As I wax poetic heals the soul
Around my lyrics they toil.
Bridges converges and long for me
My words are addict that you want to see.
I travail and dropp unlimited
Rocking on my words; rough and depleted
Slow and steady I walk solemnly
They search for me continuously
I trail for what I want and spit out
Chasing with ease to let out
I bullet words and stretch to you
As it rock your soul and pass through,
Progenies tell of what we have
With my bowels filled, they could stave.
The orbs like me flashes a calling color
Your tiered heart I know I can tailor,
The firmament plans to work with me
As I throw this ode to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Am truly the definition of poetry....But thats like an adulation on ma own path.