Poetry

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?