Words from my soul
Flow onto the page
Images from my mind
Draw themselves in words
As lyrics from genius’
Run through my head
I can feel their soul
In every word
Emotions run freely
Wild and on display
Like animals in a zoo
Thought frowned upon in society
Can safely be told
Thoughts unable to be revealed
Are skilfully encoded in stanzas and verse
It’s used to show love
It’s used to show hate
It’s used as a release
It’s used as a code
There doesn’t have to be any rules
There doesn’t have to be any limits
There doesn’t have to be a real purpose
It’s what you want it to be
It’s your own piece of creativity
It’s poetry
And it’s your for the making.
27th June 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem