Poetry is me, it's you and all things
It's the no hesitation moments of life
The love and the pain, grief and joy
My thoughts are the reflection
Past, present or future.
Remembering to never forget
Being greatful for the gift
Knowing everything will pass
What poetry is....like all things
Whatever you want it to be!
A place where your inner voice is free
Bringing it into existence with our force
Once written it's done, out of the mind
Even if you burn it, hide it or share aloud
The truth inside that can not be tamed
Will slowly eat away if always contained
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Couldn't help but do another one.
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Comments5
Poetic Dan,
They’re infectious!
I concur with your comment...and with the ending of your poem! Great write! Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
Lol I'm afraid there is still no cure too. Really appreciate your words my friend
Yes Dan, poetry is many things. But most importantly, beautiful. Such as your write here.
Poetry is
The voice of the muse
Speaking truths
Through your heart.
Well done addition to the 'Poetry is" challenge, PD!
Just like you, I too still have that 'Poetry Is' in my head, like an advertising jingle, it won't leave me alone!
Love yours here, it is a great continuation to the others!
Another good one there are so many reasons behind Poetry is....
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