I write poetry,
some say it is bunk,
It lifts my spirit,
some say that it's junk.
Writing poetry clears my soul and sparks a journey,
A foray into the deep depths of thoughts and sometimes worry.
I hope that those who understand,
will take a moment with pen in hand,
To be creative and play with words.
An afternoon spent in thought and contemplation,
can be the best way to dissolve stagnation.
A poem can be heard by others who do not seek to criticize,
who wish to relate and sometimes wish to conceptualize.
How can passerby's stake claim
to something they do not understand.
It is me and I who shall say **** off,
taste, touch, and smell, if you don't like it then go to hell.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
I write poetry,
some say it is bunk,
It lifts my spirit,
some say that it's junk.
Writing poetry clears my soul and sparks a journey,
A foray into the deep depths of thoughts and sometimes worry.
I hope that those who understand,
will take a moment with pen in hand,
To be creative and play with words.
An afternoon spent in thought and contemplation,
can be the best way to dissolve stagnation.
A poem can be heard by others who do not seek to criticize,
who wish to relate and sometimes wish to conceptualize.
How can passerby's stake claim
to something they do not understand.
It is me and I who shall say **** off,
taste, touch, and smell, if you don't like it then go to hell.
