P.O.E.M.S. (© 2010) Poem by Joshua Cawthorne

I’ve seen it before…
I’ve heard it before…
Read some before…
Wasn’t sure why people wrote
Wasn’t sure why people wrote…it
Wasn’t sure what they went through
Wasn’t sure if it was good or bad
I figured out our gift to each other…was to write
I concluded our weapon to the world against each other…was to write
I assumed our ability to share feelings…was to write
I assumed our ability to relate experiences…was to write
History concocted a new language…called poetry
Flattery of ourselves or of others…a gift and a curse…is still writing…
I imagined a way to make others understand me…
Usually was confused when I spoke it
So I wrote it
I concluded it’s the language of the mind.
Explorations of the heart.
Framed and written by the conscience.

Poems…I concluded the meaning:
Placement of Emotions Meaning Something