I write: poems
I write the words on the page,
I write sometimes by my age.
Reveal my thoughts to you,
speak of things painfully true.
Acknowledge a metaphors light,
from my mind to your sight.
My rhythms hidden signs,
I share my flows within lines.
To the words I retreat,
influenced by musical beats.
Your thoughts I try to reach,
even awaken your speech.
Of my words be a conveyer,
understanding each layer.
I write the words to share,
at objects I creatively stare.
I write of the stories I see.
from a drop to a large sea,
a tree to a castles gate,
of time and how it waits.
Dynamically I like to show,
by creating a flow.
Acknowledge the power of a word,
to speak of things, I have heard.
I write and share with you,
my poems for your view.
I allow you into my mind,
show you what I find.
Write the words for you to see,
allowing my thoughts to be free.
Giving your eyes some insight,
into to my plight’s night.
Give your thoughts a view,
of the things I know are true,
of the lies hidden on the side,
memories of those that have died.
Insight into my minds thought,
of the answers I have sought.
The choices I blindly made,
with what emotions I have paid.
The times I stopped to cry,
when I was forced to comply.
I write for my therapeutic view,
smoothing it before I show you.
A rhythm within a poems flow,
an understanding I like to show.
Metaphorically expand your mind,
with a metrices pace written to find.
Explained in a 50 lined worded way,
I write to influence your day.