Poetry Melt

Poetry is the feeling that you can’t refuse.
It is the words and worlds you create, when you cannot define a mood.

Poetry is the melting of your heart to paper for another to pick up and make something of their own.

Poetry is the heartache of a lifetime,
The joy and elation of a first time,
The sadness and regret of a last time.

Poetry is never defined,
It is always true,
And always right.

Poetry is always wrong,
And can never be right.

Poetry is the Last call,
And the first drink of humanity

Poetry is what we hope to be,
And hope others will comprehend.

poetry never starts and never ends.

Poetry is the Tao,
It is the definition of the world.


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