This Thing called poetry

This Thing called poetry

A Poem by James Grizzly Jones

This thing called poetry can be like a storm with dark clouds brighter skies not cold nor warm

This Thing called poetry is like a weird  divorice you can take the car and the house but don't you touch my Newports

This thing called is like the one that got away you only read it once but you think about it everyday

This thing called poetry it'll have you on your knees smiling while you cry a caged mind that's free

I invite you to my world feel free to go with me and see how I view this thing called poetry. 

and if it becomes a time you cant comprehend the is not possible for your poetry grows from within.

it can be the  way you think 
the way you breathe
the way you live
the goals you achieve
the way you laugh 
the way you cry
that hurt you feel when you love one die

this world we live in is so unique

you call it earth I call it poetry 

this thing called poetry 

 

© 2014 James Grizzly Jones



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"this world we live in is so unique

you call it earth I call it poetry

this thing called poetry"

A splendid poem indeed...Bravo...........


Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very interesting write sir. I like the contradictions

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Added on July 16, 2013
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