by Boxer Wyze

Created on: December 09, 2008

Poetry is

Poetry is light

Shining from words

That illuminates the world.

Or it can be the rush of the wind

From the wings of a bird

That whispers of love

Instead of anatomy and physics and biology

Although these too tickle poetry's belly

In just the right spot

If the mind of the poet

Turns to them

With a quickening heart and breathes out a sound

That can echo in the soul of another, if found.

And poetry is pain

That bleeds with perfection

An artful knife that shines in the mist

Of a full moon emotion

And murders each victim

With a thrust,

And twist.

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