Oh poetry,
Where would I be?
If you had never found me.
Perhaps in hell,
Or a prison cell?
Maybe in the ground?
Always there when I needed you,
For terrors I was going through,
Your love for me is true.
You helped me see the light,
Through the darkest nights,
And beauty in everything alike.
You will still be with me in the very end,
Poetry you are honestly my greatest friend.
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Angela here - Good afernoon *PB* thank you for your heartfelt *Eulogy to Poetry*. These are sentiments most of us on MPS can share. Brian (36) & I (32) have been married 3 months and live in SE England. We try to post most days. Please visit our site & Fusions. In these dys of LOCKDOWN sharing Poertry on a Site like MPS keeps us sane. We are both Scientists - I am a Physio and Brian is Head of Applied Science in a Adult Vocational College. Thanks for sharing.
Love Joy & Peace
Angela & Brian 💛💛
A fine write PB.
I am absolutely sure you aint alone..
mine too but dont tell the missus 🙂
Your secret is safe with me!-
Funny it's so hard to explain why nothing is more human, more essential, more healing, more universal than poetry. Next time someone says they don't get poetry, I may refer them to you!
Poetry opens up the most vulnerable parts of us a humans, and as you mentioned can be a great healing process for ourselves. Thanks for stopping by, I hope to see you more often!
Here here! How blessed we are to be gifted with our poetic trumpet.
So very true PB, in my case though it is poetry and music.
Andy
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