What is Poetry?
By 1stpoet
Look outside see the sun dance upon the water the bees suspended like helicopters above fragrant flowers and picture laying upon a sandy beach dreaming see the children kicking a stone down a brick road and watch a man struggle moving a heavy load feel the hurt of a bride crying, left standing at the altar lips burn searing as a kiss touches the core of your soul and you taste the sweet look of love in eyes looking innocently back Hold a star in your mind Wishes can come true Poetry is life Poets live, knowing they can touch the heavens with words............. and a heart: with Emotion William S. Dawes copyright Jan. 26, 2002 Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 25 2002 09:03 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Look outside..."