What is poetry?
Is it the way your emotions can run loose
Scrawled across a paper with the fragile ink of a pen?
Or, maybe, its the way your heart can have it's say
Let its light brightly grow
Or take on the pain in a creative way.
Perhaps its anger and frustration
Happiness and serenity
Filling the mind
You write it down,
Afraid to loose such a thought.
Or maybe its just a hobby,
Something learned or a natural gift?
Whatever poetry may be,
However it made it's mark
There is nothing in the world of writing
That could compare to poetry;
An unleash of heartfelt, incredible beauty
That shall always challenge the mind, or touch the heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.