Poems mean rivers of neatly rhymed words

A way to express yourself about life's turning curbs

For the way you look up in awe at the starry night sky

Or the way your body lights up when you see another pair of eyes

A human connection sparks our inner flare

Poems are words that flow out of our soul

Not merely pieces of dark, sullen coal

A purpose to embark to the everlasting woods 

To discover we have but a purpose

We uncover our insides

pouring words out of our pitchers

once kept hidden, tucked away from the sphere

Uncovered now, we have no fear

Realizations are clear, our powerful words are meant for people to hear