I Am Poetry
Hearts are Arts
For He-arts and s-he-arts
Beating to the rhythm of life,
Rhyming in pumps, full of lire.
Arts have heArts
For where is the life
In art without hearts
Speaking directly to the soul?
The rhythm would be lost
In those running lines,
Rhymes would hold no sway
If Arts have no hearts.
I am Poetry,
Written in beautiful lines
Of verses, stanzas,
Rhythm and Rhymes your heart dances to.
In the depth of your eyes I find my existence
And the helm of your soul houses my essence.
I am those words you string together
To give life to your muse
And the lines,
Awaiting your sonorous voice
To feed me to the winds
And bare me to shaken souls.
I am those verses
Arranged on the heart of your page
Rhymed, Free, blank,
Couplet, sonnet or tercet.
I am the figures
Beautifying your speeches,
Adding colors, wealth
Depth and wisdom to your words.
I am a piece of art;
Poetry like pottery,
Molded by the Master.
I am the Master's piece masterpiece.
I am Poetry!
A work of heartful art personified.
Copyright © Mar'Yam Thaoban | Year Posted 2018
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