Poetry, is not just
The rhyming of some words
It's an expression of a feeling
Which a heart shepherds
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Happiness, is like a flower blooming
Its petals hid, its beauty looming
Then it unfolds, in all its splendor
To makes us feel, so warm and tender
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A message of love, peace and joy
Was gifted to us, by the birth of a boy
Bequeathed as well, for all to enjoy
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Why, while we struggle on this earth
Not a word of praise is said
But, we so lovingly are eulogized
After, we are dead
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We always question, why
When a soul, says goodbye
Misunderstanding death, we fear it
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How many smiles, every day
Do I miss and thrown away
Which kind words, did you entrust
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Empty words, won't heal a heart
It's the binding, which falls apart
Wishing won't, make dreams come true
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We look with our eyes, but cannot comprehend
Where, our tapestry starts and where it will end
Like actors on stage, our tapestries as background
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Our life is like, an empty book
Each year, we print a page
The story, of our life we write
With each year, that we age
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(THE LOVE POET)
His verse, like a precious petal, from an exquisite flower
Slowly unfolds, leaving a luscious space, for a poesy to devour
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If only, we were young again
For those days, will ever remain
In our thoughts, and memory
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When life is fresh, fun and new
That is when we should do
Because in time, this lovely perk
Just becomes, a lot of work
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I am a son
You are a daughter
We're not related
But, it doesn't matter
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Poetry
Poetry, is not just
The rhyming of some words
It's an expression of a feeling
Which a heart shepherds
A rhapsody of heart and thought
Immersed in joyful bliss
Or dashed upon those rocks
Of agony's abyss
Pictures made of words
Painted by a quill
Words that dance and twirl
At the penman's will
The fusion of a thought
With the gift of soul
Emotions that are freed
Without any control
The sorrow of a heart ache
Set in rhythmic prose
The rhythm of true love
Which, two hearts compose
Visions sketched in words
For everyone to see
Desires and their dreams
In hopes that they will be
The harmony of lyrics
A mind and heart have spawned
Set in melodies of verse
To which, we all respond
BOEMS by JA 413