Poetry is not just a dream.
It’s not just a bunch of jumbled words.
Even though that’s what it may seem
It’s a motion-look at those birds.
They fly with such movement, such grace
As the soar willingly to the sky
Poetry is a motion, a pace
An emotion, shout or a cry.
It’s a burst with a brain
It’s calculated art
It’s the sane and the insane
It’s built with your heart
Remember to follow your passion
But do it in a rhythmic fashion
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