Power to the Pen

This poem is on poetry.

People, places, purposes,

through these my writing flourishes

and becomes a piece of me.

 

This poem is on poetry.

I cannot help but notice

everybody losing focus

on what it truly means to be.

 

Be alive!

Hear your thoughts.

When you’re finding yourself lost,

I hope before you cry, you’ll first

sit at your desk and write a verse.

 

For this inevitable emotion,

causes turbulence, commotion,

turning gentle seas inside of me

to impassioned crashing oceans.

But through these feelings, I upheld,

and that how we find ourselves.

 

This poem is on poetry.

It forces you to think.

So all your problems, pain, and puzzlement

will leave your mind

with ink.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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