Poetry is a song

that sings from within

 

The beat and the melody

perfectly blended

 

Of thoughts expressed

and uniquely their own

 

It's a voice unheard

that speaks from the soul

 

Words of love, rhymes of thought

tears of joy and sorrow

It's a picture in a frame

a portrait of sorrow

 

It's the voice of a people,

that demands to be heard

 

Tools for the task?

 

Pen on paper

The mind of a Word Smyth

 

The heart and vision

the voice of a poet

that speaks from within

 

Poetry is thought brought into life

a flower unfolding to spring

 

It's the sound of water flowing

a wandering stream

 

It's the undiscovered country

that lives in our dreams

 

It's the wind and the rain

the falling of leaves

It's the sway of treetops

as they blow in the breeze

 

It's the storm in the distance

yet still far away

It's the sounds of thunder

bright flashes of light

 

The downpour of rain

in the darkness of night

 

It's the look in your eyes

a reflection of light

 

A reflection of power

a surrender to love's might

 

It's the quiet giving in

to our passionate desire

 

It's holding your hand in the rain

 

Poetry's like the ocean, in storm

It's the twisting, churning

sounds of the sea

 

It's the crashing of waves

and birds flying high

It's the sun shining down

on the beach as we lay

 

It's the peaks of tall mountains

that rise in the distance

The warmth of a fire

my love in my arms

 

It can be of pure joy

or the quiet sadness of tears

 

It's kindly given words

to a friend that's in need

 

Poetry is laughter

music and cheer

 

It's the chance to hangout,

to be with those who are dear

 

It's the bad times,

the good times,

all the times in between

 

It's moments

 The memories

Those precious and dear

The ones we hold on to

in the passing of years

 

It's the laughter 

of good times

we've shared

in the past

 

It's thought

the pure essence

that yearns to be free

It's the spirit within us

finally released

 

It has to be God

I must say in the end

 

It's he, the master poet

who created all things

 

It's he who's given us

our voices to sing

 

It's also the look

as you lie in deep slumber

 

It's the early morning sun

that shines down upon you

 

It's your beautiful smile

the love that you give.

 

It's the life that we share

In the joy of the morning

❤

His beautiful grace

 

© God ▪︎Inspired💫WordSmyth▪︎J963 ▪︎ January 29, 2023