poetry is an expression in words that are at once abstract and real. odes, narrative discourse, expressions of love, limericks, good, bad, ugly and other than what you may perceive to be the truth. poetry is your heart. poetry is your belief. poetry is your perception, sometimes bad, yet we write the bad to purge the shaking emote. hell, i've seen unintended poetry in a politicians speech. bad? yes. poetry? sometimes.
the great poets are such due to originality and a tremendous intellect.
thank you for reading. and thanks to all of the jammers who post herein their expressions in rhyme, abstract, modernist, romanticist or otherwise.
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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the great poets are such due to originality and a tremendous intellect.
thank you for reading. and thanks to all of the jammers who post herein their expressions in rhyme, abstract, modernist, romanticist or otherwise.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green