What Does Poetry Mean To You

A  r u s t l i n g  breeze through my soul when I am left breathless,
   a song to be sung in the dark of night when sleep can’t be found-
      A way to channel my SORROW when anguish leaves me restless,
         and a melodious tune when my heart CAN'T feel life’s sound.

I’ve been up and down and through the wilderness of LOSS,
   I’ve fallen in the depths of love with a man I can’t explain-
      my verses  c a r r y  me through my journey no matter the cost,
         heal my heart when I am left  m o t i o n l e s s  from the pain.

             I was once asked what poetry honestly really means to me,
                I’d have to say it relieves my LONGING from my wounds to be free.


What Does Poetry Mean To You Contest
Sponsor: Alexis Y
October 22, 2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Haight Avatar
November 27, 2016 at 5:25 PM
Nicely done, Laura! Congratulations on your placement! Hugs, Sandra
Dietrich Avatar
November 27, 2016 at 4:03 PM
this was fantastic, Laura. Congrats to us all in this contest!
Y. Avatar
November 27, 2016 at 2:41 PM
Hi Laura, I was moved and touched by every word. The last line wowed me. This write was everything I was looking for. Congratulations on your placement in my contest: -) Alexis
Daniel Avatar
October 27, 2016 at 8:32 AM
Oh, wow, I can relate to this so much, Laura, maybe except that 6th line...a fave:)
White Avatar
October 24, 2016 at 6:40 AM
This poem of yours, I can relate to every single word of it.... Good luck in the contest!
De Beaulieu Avatar
October 22, 2016 at 12:57 PM
Oh...Laura, this is a beautiful poem.
Chircop Avatar
October 22, 2016 at 12:57 PM
Oh..So beautiful this is..It ranks high in mybooks..A fave sweet lady.
Bocsa Avatar
October 22, 2016 at 12:35 PM
So, poetically man lives...The butterfly (of beauty ) stopped on your hand.
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