Making you feel something
Simply by writing something
It something I don't understand
Poetry is words strung together
In a particular order
The errant thoughts of a writer
With a special rhythm
That I haven't quite mastered
The words start to sound right
Poetry is this thing
That makes me cry or dance or smile
From symbols on a paper or screen
Sometimes I wonder
How I find meaning
In the words that I read
The sounds in my head
Come from marks of a pencil
And form these things called words
That describe different worlds
Describe different people
Different events and things
And it's beautiful and wonderful
Such a thing known as words
They are things to share
YOU ARE READING
Of Humans and Kings
Poesía"With her firestorm eyes and her watery soul It dripped away in pieces, no longer whole" A collection.
