a tribute to poetry

i had some time, and i felt like it so there it may not be very good, but it's got my soul in it,

the rushing binding words,

that slows down to a trickle

a stream of idea

that never runs dry.

 

Words so beautifully crafted,

yet never, ever outdated

they reach our innermost selves

they help fight personal hells.

 

poetry is like a dance

elegantly dressed ballroom debutante

waiting for a suitor,

to write her, serenade her, in colorful song

 

poetry fills my mind these nights

as i lie,

dead awake,

thinking about rhyme and verse,

 

that's how poems are made.

Reviews

[OT]

an ode to a poetry! This is really nice! Only thing I'd do is to perhaps add "an" before "elegantly dressed ballroom debutante" (great imagery here!) to help it flow better! great poem!!

[Undying Glory]

Yep you've said it out and you've said it well. Such beauty to be found in poetry, and that's exactly why we write. Very well said here and keep it up!