Poetry and Me
I search around my head
I look inside my heart
To find those key words
That make this sound
More like art
It’s the simple way
You can frame
A panaroma of feelings,
thoughts, experiences
In one simple sentence
Starting in elementary
With basic rhymes
I came to love
Reading the lines
I'm still getting the hang of it
But the first requirement
Was falling in love
With the simple genius
Of a making art
From a couple of words
In middle school
Came the I AM poems
It was fun for me to be
Creatively challenged
I went all out and found
A new way to express me
Sophomore year in high school
Tragedy struck me
Everything lost its cool
I became mute
I had lost somebody
I would never replace, and
In turn had lost the will
To try or to create
Healing came about slowly
It would be as a college freshman
I take a poetry class
And begin creating again
I had always kept a diary
But after a couple tries
At poetry
It became clear to me
It can sum up one story
In much less words,
But still convey the meaning
Poetry, slowly but surely
Everyday becomes more
And more
A part of me