Poetry

Poetry to me is a very beautiful thing, It’s about your identity and community, About friends, family and kind feeling, And it’s about how you place in society. It reflects upon your sexual partners, References them as your mind’s pivot, What love’s base is, about its garners, And what should be loves fine ingot. It explains sociology, culture and trends, Shows your diversity, admits your choices, Specifies any displacement for kind amends, Any disorientation for your readers’ voices. I believe poetry can just be for yourself, For your own edification and collection, Because if by it you identify as an elf, You won’t be defined as uncanny deviation. Indeed, deviation does not exist in poetry, Nor does it form the reason for its writing; Poetry embraces honesty, love and sobriety, With an imagination where truth is flying. The credibility of poetry goes unquestioned, Because if you lie by it, you’ll feel the traction, It always takes you seriously unreasoned, Never disqualifying a difficult emotion. Your awkward emotions are disquisition, code, Eagerness and enthusiasm are their reception; Sociology by it can become your chatting mode, And politics can become your injuring person. Poetry as a literary art is fructuous with stance, Offering a handshake to any from a dumb; Sets alight concepts and feelings to enhance, Lives that may otherwise be under the thumb.