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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In days of old
When knights were bold
They roamed the wide expanses
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I look up at the stars, so high and see
Without a doubt, you're looking back at me
Tears, like shooting stars, stream down my cheek
My neck so steeply stretched, I suddenly feel weak
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Life, is expensive
Well, death is too
There's but one difference
Between the two
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Smell the fragrance in a breeze, from natures blooms in spring
Hear the songs of a new day dawning, by those birds that sing
Feel the anguish in a sunset, as it slowly disappears from site
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Even if, they hate you
You cannot, them condemn
If they, have not hurt you
You cannot then, hate them
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If it's happiness you seek
But, your life is kind of bleak
Don't just waste your life away
Do something nice each day
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When old fogies wake up in the morning
And find, they just can't crack a smile
They should quickly take their medication
Before they get, hostile
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If a nice warm embrace
Puts a smile on your face
Then a hug and a kiss
Should bring you bliss
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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