Poetry

I once said to a barren friend of mine, Anyone can write poetry – it is just words and emotions combined. It was a long time ago – but then I realized, The ease for him, is the hard for me, we all customize. Poetry… Yet, a talent can be unique in such a way – that only few can be categorized, For I know nothing about singing and dancing – try to adapt – I will be brutalized. So what of is it with words and ideas – rhyming or not – a fun way to state? With black, blue or green ink on paper, for poets it is a path to escape. Art… I once glanced over a famous piece of art, With paint and pictures the artist created happiness and pain apart. With colour he emphasised his love and proud, With pictures he silently yelled his joy out loud. Poets… I have collected a lot of reasons to earn my discharge, Now with Poetry… one can be amused, one can be relieved of reality so harsh. Poets can learn, poets can teach and poets can relate to another’s theory, We can pronouns, we can read and we can write of any topic sincerely. Poetry… I once told one of my barren friends, Anyone can write poetry… that thought came to extent. For poetry is unique and highly valued, Poetry is used to show every poet’s gratitude. Poetry is not just words and emotions on a piece of paper, It is a fine description of truth, thoughts and poets using them tenderly. Poetry is a piece of art that should be respected in a gallery, It is the work of the artist – the poet – using nothing to create something extraordinary.