For the fun of it! A poetess I am not I am just a careless writer Who embraces her ink When my ink spits words On paper in a format That others call poetry While I call it mistakenly arranged words That reads and sounds like a dope poem See my words are conceived in my heart Also by my past and present experience By the earthly dwellers and/or visitor(s) And essentially by the Creator and His beautiful creations O I love well arranged words (poetry) That evokes my being Forces my frown face To somehow stretch and into a beautiful smile You know those lines that rhyme with the rhythmic beat That seems to synchronize with the beat of my heart In the now now time a second that shall never be again It is complete bliss for my soul that is rejuvenated by poetry These lines with metaphors soothes I To obliviousness where the tone of the poem is the only melody I hear The picture painted with words is clearer than that of high definition A poetess I am not! I am simply a careless writer Who prefer free verses than stanzas with accurate meters If I was a poetess, I would scribble a doper poem than this! Better believe that!!!
Posted on: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 19:59:31 +0000
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