
Tenderness spread
from the pen to the heart,
the writing is the moment
when the poetry helps to
tear the world apart.
the pain, the darkness,
are all washed away.
the soul is lit
when you with verse
do play .

Tenderness spread
from the pen to the heart,
the writing is the moment
when the poetry helps to
tear the world apart.
the pain, the darkness,
are all washed away.
the soul is lit
when you with verse
do play .

As you should write
Reality is a matter of perspective
Still unique to you
Please do put thought
On the topics of the
Epic words
That you are
Inscribing to
Calm the world down
As you should always think before you poem.

expression is not
hiding from emotions
speaking cryptically
forgetting about it
finding the idea of life in others
expression is
writing anything in poetry
speaking your truth
being your authentic self
giving in to your own creativity

welcome to the world
the poetry for it is but
the way the heart explains
itself to the ignorant.
picking up the pen
to write the verse
frees the soul.

If you need me
look in my poetry.
no other place
exists so much of
who I am.
the words say
what I cannot
in a way that feels right.

Caustic ink burns
as the ink is carved
poetry is another expression
of the heart's desires
burning design
onto the paper
perhaps it is but
the answer to dreams

when the cold comes in
the pen freezes off,
poetry seems to spread
the warmth that the world needs.
so shake away the cold
and pick up the pen,
write the world
a much needed poem.

the first word
spoken freely
was a form of poetry.
Given to us as a dream
poems are the only true
communication.
we can speak with ease,
flourish and flowers…
oh really the poetry
and its powers.

Trying to find the poetry
when sick is extremely
Daunting.
*author’s note: I have been sick for the last few days. I went to check the pad challenge and try to get caught up…Day 10 was to write a 10 word poem. tbh this is the only thing I could come up with there. so I am only doing one poem for day 10.