The words appear on the paper
Its magic.
The magic has the power to heal my soul.
It can cover up the scars that time has left.
Sentences float down from my mind
And find a spot on the paper.
Because poetry is magic.
Poetry is love.
As letters form words and words form lines
And the lines form stanzas,
The magic works.
The magic heals my soul.
The magic is poetry.
Dear 13 years old Kylee Bartz! You have the open heart and mind, all you need is scrap of paper just to keep write..Meanwhile you must dare to dream and do your best to follow.. again write: your mind and energy becomes some other people's treasure.. quite few of your poems slowly come to be part of my treasure, go do your best till end, never half measured, and always try to keep adleast a grain of true. I'd love to read you more and watch you happily grow, thank you!
in this there is truth in what you say, for poetry is an escape, and there's no better way. put down all that you see and feel and you will begin to heal.
Sentences float down from my mind And find a spot on the paper. This sounds perfectly fine to me and I see nothing grammatically wrong in it as you are talking about 'sentences' and not 'sentence'. So finding a grammatical mistake here doesn't make much sense. And by the way, it is 'grammar' and not 'grammer'. What a coincidence! iI just thought of writing a poem on poetry one of these days and I see that you have already done it. And a pretty good one! Keep it up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Each line in this poem speaks only of the truth. The natural flow of this poem represents the natural flow that creates the poems that we, as poets, write. (Not sure if that will make any sense to you) The only thing I will point out to you is a little grammar mistake: Line 6: 'And find a spot on the paper' - 'find' should be 'finds'