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Poetry is within you ...

Poetry, not just words, but a state of mind
Are we aware of this self expression
To paper through pen our thought we bind
Are we just seeking to make an impression?
Or letting loose our imagination ...

Poetry, not just words, but a deep feeling
Do we know that it comes from the heart?
Carefully chosen words, rife with meaning
Its important even before you start ...
to let loose your imagination!

Poetry, not just words, but a message
Of what we want everyone to know
creative words, whose meaning we envisage
to the poets' mind we must go
to merge yours with their imagination.

Poetry, not just words, but life itself
with a force to uplift and enlighten
to give hope for others and yourself
for the days you seek to brighten

take your pen now, merge your heart and mind
and bring forth your feelings and thoughts
Remember, its not just words
but POETRY!

Comments

Blogoratti said…
"..merge your heart and mind.." Liking this poetry within you!
The Merovingian said…
Why thank you very much blogoratti. Most encouraging. Have a good day.
Unknown said…
Hmmm...yes indeed..."poetry, not just words.."for words of poetry stares not blindly.. but speaks to souls..touches wide...sinks deep. Well written.

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