Poems are the Heartbeats of the Soul

People, we are the pulsing heartbeats, Pumping life through this world's veins. Our words, the rhythmic thrums, Echoing through endless plains. Poems, they are the arteries of connection, Channelling thoughts from mind to mind. Conversations, the capillaries of communion, Weaving bonds that intertwine. Life, it's the ever-flowing river, Carving paths through rocky terrain. Concerns, the rapids that threaten to sever, Tossing us, testing our will to regain. But communication, ah, that's the lifeblood, Coursing through, keeping us alive. It's the oxygen that our spirits so crave, The sustenance that helps us thrive. So let your poems be the heartbeat's cadence, Syncing with others at the perfect time. Let your words be the arteries of compassion, Bridging the gaps, making connections sublime. For in this tapestry of life's conversations, We are the threads, interwoven as one. Each voice, each thought, a vital pulsation, Keeping this grand symphony forever begun. People, we are the heartbeats of existence, Poems, the very blood that gives us form. Let's flow together, in perfect persistence, Weathering life's every storm.