I like a good poem. Even if I don't understand it. The way the words swim through your head and are mute in your ears. The way different letters and shapes make each poem feel different. I like the way its contentsβ¦groups of words, come together to make an emotion. The way one phrase can effect you in such ways. Draw tears to your eyes or curve your lips to a smile. I love the transitions. To sense the feelings adapt. To notice the lack of rules. To enjoy the precious freedoms given to an infinity of words, to your own delight; and the determination it brings to understand. I love the way a good poem can make me accept the similarities of the human mindset. How I have to think. Focus on the invisible feelings that linger inside of me. I love how a great poem can motivate me. Trigger me. Rev my engine and drive me to feel. Force me to write with staggering amounts of character I didn't know existed. I love a great poem.