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What is poetry???
Poetry shows the power of words poetry is the means of bringing the wind in the grasses into the house

poetry is a pheasant disappearing in a brush poetry is a lot of things to a lot of people it is a chiseled marble of language
We may feel we know what a thing is  but have trouble defining it that holds the true meaning as poetry....

Poetry is a thought caught in the act of dawning. Poetry is painting in words  its a medium for self expression a song that rhymes and displays beauty.

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance it is the art of employing words  in extraordinary ways poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth

To became a poet  its a condition not profession
Painting is silent poetry..... And poetry is painting that speaks  poetry is what happens when nothing else can....it is a deal of joy and pain...

Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history...


What is poetry to you?????
I think its unexplainable
My Love, I Have Tried With All My Being
To Grasp A Form Comparable To Thine Own,
But Nothing Seems Worthy;

I Know Now Why Shakespeare Could Not
Compare His Love To A Summer?S Day.
It Would Be A Crime To Denounce The Beauty
Of Such A Creature As Thee,
To Simply Cast Away The Precision
God Had Placed In Forging You.

Each Facet Of Your Being
Whether It Physical Or Spiritual
Is An Ensnarement
From Which There Is No Release.
But I Do Not Wish Release.
I Wish To Stay Entrapped Forever.
With You For All Eternity.
Our Hearts, Always As One.
to my love
Walking With A Sunken Pain,
I Limp Every Next, For Pride.
No Faith, No Belief, Not Even
Greed, In My Losing Stride.

Wasted For Good, Wasted By Glory,
I Seek An Emotion.
Slapped By Fate, Robbed By Time
Sensing A Premonition.

Well, The Times Shall Change,
The Times Shall Sail.
But The Love, For A Soul That Blessed
My World, Shall Never Ever Fail.

I Love You, My Love!"
nothing will stop me to love my lover
"You Heal My Wounds
Every Time Am Hurt,
You Help Me Heal.
I Wish To Tell You Now
Of How, My Core Feels.

A Hope, A Faith,
You Are All I Crave.
You Are Calm And Clear
Soft And Tender, Yet Brave.

I See, Live, And Taste Dreams
With You Around.
When My Soul Is Not With Yours
I Feel, Am Going Down.
May We Always Stay In Love."
love is a funny disease
"I Thought Love Was Just A Mirage Of The Mind,
It's An Illusion, It's Fake, Impossible To Find.
But The Day I Met You, I Began To See,
That Love Is Real, And Exists In Me.
love us what to you
"The Meaning

To Love Is To Share Life Together
To Build Special Plans Just For Two
To Work Side By Side
And Then Smile With Pride
As One By One, Dreams All Come True.

To Love Is To Help And Encourage
With Smiles And Sincere Words Of Praise
To Take Time To Share
To Listen And Care
In Tender, Affectionate Ways.

To Love Is To Have Someone Special
One Who You Can Always Depend
To Be There Through The Years
Sharing Laughter And Tears
As A Partner, A Lover, A Friend.

To Love Is To Make Special Memories
Of Moments You Love To Recall
Of All The Good Things
That Sharing Life Brings
Love Is The Greatest Of All.

I've Learned The Full Meaning
Of Sharing And Caring
And Having My Dreams All Come True;
I've Learned The Full Meaning
Of Being In Love
By Being And Loving With You.
loving is helping and encouraging in smiles
"Love Defined

What Is Love, But An Emotion,
So Strong And So Pure,
That Nurtured And Shared With Another
All Tests It Will Endure?

What Is Love, But A Force
To Bring The Mighty Low,
With The Strength To Shame The Mountains
And Halt Time?S Ceaseless Flow?

What Is Love, But A Triumph,
A Glorious Goal Attained,
The Union Of Two Souls, Two Hearts
A Bond The Angels Have Ordained?

What Is Love, But A Champion,
To Cast The Tyrant From His Throne,
And Raise The Flag Of Truth And Peace,
And Fear Of Death O?Erthrow?

What Is Love, But A Beacon,
To Guide The Wayward Heart,
A Blazing Light Upon The Shoals
That Dash Cherished Dreams Apart?

And What Is Love, But Forever,
Eternal And Sincere,
A Flame That Through Wax And Wane
Will Outlive Life?S Brief Years?

So I'\ll Tell It On The Mountaintops,
In All Places High And Low,
That Love For You Is My Reason To Be,
And Will Never Break Or Bow.
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