This my take on poetry,
A sublime culture or perpetual reality.
A solid foundation for emotions immense and true.
Poetry can be outlandish, extravagant, even foolish for a few.
The maestros of poetry are maybe masters after all,
General consensus, however, labels them with vile choices for words.
Poetry is deep-rooted, sometimes the stem too.
Poetry could be an ugly orchid and a beautiful tree tumbo.
Poetry is a shy guy\'s contemporary,
Poetry is a true man\'s misery,
And, poetry is a crook\'s belief too.
Although poetry is for all, it has and will always be just a few.
However, weep never and nevertheless,
The world shall suffice enough verses in time that\'s due.
But for now, I have a poem,
Can you do poetry too?