Poetry

Poetry.

No one truly defines it.

Not even Mr. Webster truly captures the essence

the emotions of

love

happiness

wealth

determination

life

hate

anger

sadness

hoplessness

 

the story

of a million things that upset us

intrigue us

confuses us

gives us a sense of horror

or euphoria

the small things we love

or struggle against

the flaws in society

the picture perfect landscape

that only words can describe

 

the cries of a newborn baby

the tears of a child

after falling

and scraping their knees at a playground

the tears that spill from our eyes

as we double over in laughter

or as we collapse in internal pain.

 

Poetry is the world around us

the issues we have in ourselves

and others

the hope we have for the future

the memories of the past lives

It is Life.

 

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