To what is a poem that flows like the sea?
That creep like the night slowly up on me
To what words taste like an abunding smell?
The taste so sweet the feeling so well
Th way the poem dances across the page
The flow of each letter lighting up way
To whom may understand such a wordy play
To whom may understand the meaning
On every word i'm gleaning
For just one chance to understand
To what is a Poem?
To what is a poem that whispers to me?
That draws me in, so hynotizing
The way it carries, its flawless sway
drowning me with its overcoming waves
Its words, captivating me with its sleigh charming ways
Seeping deep into my core
Each letter dousing me, its words crashing on my shore
Tearing me apart until I can't take it anymore
So to what is a poem?
I'll tell you once more
It's the feelings you can't say
So you write to escape