The sounds of art is a precious light
In the forever darkening world
It swishes multiple colours into the sky
And paints full coloured pictures.
It's the soul of melodiously rhythmic writing
And the inspiration that gives birth to ideas
It encases us with clips from time and space
On rewind like a merry-go-round.
It's a maestro of messages and of lessons
That's been thumping and raging at our brains
They're beautifully blended as they burst from the heart
To tell unseen and unforgettable stories.
These raging pasts that's been put into poetry
Guide our untold futures
These sounds of art can pump veins with energy
Or calm nerves 'till you fade from reality.
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This poem was written for a school assignment (which wasn't picked up) even before I started to write on my own. I have to say, I'm somewhat satisfied with the outcome. Actually, I had separated the poem into two 8-line stanzas since it was only two stanzas we were supposed to have but hey, it wasn't marked or seen anyway.
What are your thoughts on art?
Until next time,
Ade Alethra
YOU ARE READING
Early Stages
PoetryThis book is going to be a compilation of all the poems I wrote between the age bracket of 12 to 16. Though not in chronological order, let's see where the poetry writing journey has taken me.
