A poem's a poem and nothing else
As they stand they will never be a tree
Even by God's decree
A poem's nothing more than the mangled thoughts
Spilling out of our heads
It's not the future that I see
Nor was it meant to be
Though I do admit
at times they tend to make me cry
And sometimes on the inside
they want to make me die
And again they give me hope
Even make me want to dance
And I come close to love and God
And they give me sense of balance
The world could do
without the poems
that funnel through our pens
But what a sorry lot we would be
without the freedom that it brings
So let the words flow like water
over Niagara Falls
Give our hearts the magic words
that make our spirits sing
Let us gain the unattained
Poems , and poetry is the name
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC
A poem's a poem and nothing else
As they stand they will never be a tree
Even by God's decree
A poem's nothing more than the mangled thoughts
Spilling out of our heads
It's not the future that I see
Nor was it meant to be
Though I do admit
at times they tend to make me cry
And sometimes on the inside
they want to make me die
And again they give me hope
Even make me want to dance
And I come close to love and God
And they give me sense of balance
The world could do
without the poems
that funnel through our pens
But what a sorry lot we would be
without the freedom that it brings
So let the words flow like water
over Niagara Falls
Give our hearts the magic words
that make our spirits sing
Let us gain the unattained
Poems , and poetry is the name
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