Poetry is you.

Poetry is not just the words, poetry is you.

Poems do not speak, speaketh what is you.

It speak to the world in silent words,

Even though the mouths remain shut.

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I have pain, longing, desires & epiphanies,

And soulful words soujouring in my larynx..

While it comes to mouth in ominous shy.

And when it says, “you are my coolness of my eyes”. ”

” Remember me in thy prayers”,

“this world a stagnant remorse”.

“beware of the whispers of demons”.

Reside in them are my breathe that I blew.

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Poetry is love when moon kisses,

And when sun cools down,

And speak not of callous hostility.

But surely of melting hearts.

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Poem is when tears roll down,

Poem is when ignite senses around,

Poem is when it Kindle fire in ashes.

An amranthine sparks in the brains.

Poetry is you, and you are the poetry.

Surely it’s you and you are the poetry.

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