Poetry Poem

I love the idea of poetry

 It’s something I understand

                        The lines just flow right through me

Most seem to rhyme

        That’s my usual style

                         Depends on my mood

This one for example

       It’s just plain words

                    Nothing holds it back

I don’t write about poetry

 Except when it suits me

                       Guess I’m feeling it now

My others are more emotional

      Lines written to express

                            Not everyone agrees though

I think it’s art

 Not always pretty

                    Yet beautiful in it’s own way

It’s like a stairway to your heart

     Leading them down a path

                            They don’t always match

Some stairs are steep

          Pushing you right through

                                The point is made clear

Others are gradual

           Allowing more freedom

                                   Guiding you there

They’re all the same though

             At least in what matters

                           They have a purpose

Everything does

                 Poetry is no different

                                Brings out the inside

See this poem is plain

       Not much to think about

                        Still means something though

People’s styles are different

              Usually one is favoured

                                  I know I love to rhyme

Obviously this one isn’t the case

                 Just didn’t fit the words

                                   Wanted to create uniqueness

I like when things flow

 Poetry gives that freedom

                       Stories have too many rules

I can write what I want

  No one else matters

               It doesn’t even have to make sense

Of course it probably should

    If you want it to mean something

              I always do

Poetry is rhythm

          But no rules apply

                      You can choose how it’s made

This is a staircase

       Yet where does it lead

                        Does it really matter

There is point in all this

          That poetry is expression

                             No one else decides

You don’t have to like it

       Still mine all the same

                       Always apart of me

I love poetry

  As I’ve already explained

               And now you know why