The Pursuit of Poetry

The pursuit of Poetry is a lifelong affair, Where one must strive hard to interpret his thoughts. A scene treasured in the realm of the mind Must be awesomely penned to justify its course. Write on and ease your woe For words vaguely written are the sentries of the soul. The joy of poets is sought endlessly on paper. Feelings never herald astound in plain dues. Shortly reforms its elegies likewise, And cuts its nothingness off without a clear view. Striving without meaning... For words cannot satisfy the thoughts the heart presumes. The sound of rhyme and rhythm misjudge the context lines Wherein rules uphold the grammar and meaning Instead of the heart's ways freely patterned, Unmindful of the verbal errors in wordings. Writing still in strange tones While others see your craft as relentlessly worthless. The serenity of poems lives on forever As the soul is wounded by the impact done. It cherishes thoughts rarely mystified Altering the concavity of one's reason To study emotions And the perpetual shelter within altered minds. The proverbs of the soul must be kept sacred for life. Antiquities herein outlive the ages. Let poets be the scribes of tomorrow To overshadow the fools from being sages. Solemnly, live the dream Be wise enough and pursue the vastness of writing.