Todos

Sat, 06/30/2018 - 19:35 -- dmcinao

A will to write comes to all

Although in different forms.

One may write lines upon lines,

Another a few words.

 

Some words can become lines;

Lines which become stanzas.

In just a few words much can be said,

And a poem is born.

 

It can mean one thing to the writer

And thousands to many.

The special aspect is that its meaning

Is decided by the beholder.

 

People pour out what they feel into stanzas,

And I take pride to do the same.

My words on paper transcend and become something more:

They become fantasy.

 

A word is what it means to someone,

A saying is defined by those who say it,

A book is what the author decides upon,

But a poem is me and you.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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