What does it take to poem
Is doing such, a real verb?

To make words clang or chime
To bring out what in time has always
Been there, but lived a quiet life
in our known world, waiting unseen

As any artist does to live on
Oft not for gold or silver
Which tarnishes with time
But for pure love, rewarded indeed

Very rare, for one's words to match
Another's words, close in space, time
Even rarer, for a ******* of minds
Like many inventions throughout time

Words for worlds, from a mind's time
Laid in neat or no order, posed this way
and all that, to last long in time
Give light to a world, waiting for next

©  2017 Jim Davis

They say:
"You get what you've given."
but I'm afraid that's not true:

As you have all of me
And I have none of you.

I felt as to cry
I felt as to scream
I felt happy,joyful
I felt as to express myself
To bring out my point of views
But nobody understood me
And no one was listening
In Poetry I found a means to express myself
And let my heart speak for itself.
A means to release my pains and my joy.
A piece of paper and a pen was enough
To put in my feelings
And release the burden from my heart