If I write my poems
All mainstream and generic
With a certain pattern
That's catchy and rhythmic

Maybe I will
Be more liked
If I use small words
On this website

No.
That is not poetry you see
Poetry follows few rules and regulations
More as guidelines
And poetry does not give a ****
About what you think

It is art
In yet another form
A way to express the thoughts
That rage and are bottled inside

It is a more peaceful way
Of releasing a monster that dwells
Instead of picking fights
I pick stories to tell

So don't tell me
What is and is not
You don't make that call
Don't try to play God

I suggest you to discover a sport
A bored game of sorts
Dive into your classes as school
With all these teachings and rules

If rules make you happy
And make you feel safe
Poetry might not be
Your forte

She lights up the room
with a beautiful smile
her laughter so soft,
but carries far in my soul

Her short hazel hair lies curly and fine
her fingers so soft and so sure

but her smile is what I love most of all
I've known it since I was two

she may never know
how beautiful she is
that darling sweet sister of mine

I cherish her heart
her warm soft embrace
and laughter we've shared
late at night

I treasure her soul
it's a beautiful thing;
and I'm glad to have known it so long

I hope that some day
when we have both grown
she'll find a man just as worthy
who'll cherish her heart more than me

she is my soul sister, my friend to the last