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Poetry is the buzz of bumblebees as they extract the mellifluous nectar of the tulips blooming in my mother's backyard. Poetry is the taste of a brain freeze pumping hard against my skull as strawberry ice cream melts into my tongue. Poetry is the way it sounds when I hear the soft strums of an impromptu banjo tune. Poetry is the odor of freshly lit candles, as the light swells full with smells of relaxation on a sultry afternoon in bed. Poetry is the pang of loneliness a lover feels as they are engulfed by absence. Poetry is the sting of pain as I bite my lip hard to keep from screaming. Poetry is the tinge of sensations of throbbing, quivering, and detonating with a forceful heave of breath. Poetry is the scent and hum as the coffee *** vibrates, emitting a sweet aroma to lift the early morning fog. Poetry is the grin that washes from left to right across a face jubilant with appreciation and admiration. Poetry is the senses jolted, the emotions experienced, the moments lived. Poetry is the laughter, the tears, the yelps, the moans. Poetry is the harmonizing, the intertwining, the dreaming. Poetry is the anguish, the heartbreak, the failures. Poetry is the catharsis, the felicity, the obstacles overcome. My world, your world, our world; it is the poetry, flowing rapidly, lusciously from my ballpoint pen.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
Poetry
Poetry is the buzz of bumblebees as they extract the mellifluous nectar of the tulips blooming in my mother's backyard. Poetry is the taste of a brain freeze pumping hard against my skull as strawberry ice cream melts into my tongue. Poetry is the way it sounds when I hear the soft strums of an impromptu banjo tune. Poetry is the odor of freshly lit candles, as the light swells full with smells of relaxation on a sultry afternoon in bed. Poetry is the pang of loneliness a lover feels as they are engulfed by absence. Poetry is the sting of pain as I bite my lip hard to keep from screaming. Poetry is the tinge of sensations of throbbing, quivering, and detonating with a forceful heave of breath. Poetry is the scent and hum as the coffee *** vibrates, emitting a sweet aroma to lift the early morning fog. Poetry is the grin that washes from left to right across a face jubilant with appreciation and admiration. Poetry is the senses jolted, the emotions experienced, the moments lived. Poetry is the laughter, the tears, the yelps, the moans. Poetry is the harmonizing, the intertwining, the dreaming. Poetry is the anguish, the heartbreak, the failures. Poetry is the catharsis, the felicity, the obstacles overcome. My world, your world, our world; it is the poetry, flowing rapidly, lusciously from my ballpoint pen.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
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