Meeting Poems
There is a quiet power
to the words bound to a page,
From descriptions of the rain
To lines of fiery rage.
A poem shakes your hand
And weaves art inside your brain,
until your eyes swim with letters
And ink runs through your veins.
To read a poem is to meet one,
And if there’s one thing I’ve learned
It’s that a poem is so much more
Than a collection of lifeless words.
The best part is that within
Every single thing I see,
Beautiful poems stir alive
And stare right back at me.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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