What Is Poetry

What Is Poetry prose poem

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What is poetry I must ask, writing poetry can be quite a task. Still I struggle and continue to write Hmmm, for my delight, or is it from insight? Although I get frustrated, very agitated, can’t bring myself to hate it because I’m also captivated. you see poetry for me is something very new, something I thought I would never do, yes I thought nothing of the kind, poetry, never even crossed my mind.

Until Rehab. I was jotting down stuff that was really drab, in my mind I was repeating a pharse, while giving The Lord praise. Then a voice I heard, “you can do much more with those words” I didn’t have a clue of what I could do. So I started to think, I started to strain, but the more I strained the futher away they became.

I was completely baffled, it had stopped me cold, so I stopped trying, and behold, poems started to unfold. Now the tide has turned, no more free ride, it’s time to learn. So some candles I must burn, like everything else to be a good poet too, you must earn. Instead, I duck, I dodge, I hide thinking of anything to put them aside.

With all the great poets, how can I compete I feel as though I’m already beat. So I get afraid and into the back ground I fade, trying my best to evade. But that’s not the case for every morning I awake, they are righr back in my face. Now I’m thinking, this is not the norm, should I just grab the bull by the horns. And from out of my heart, ” following the other poets is a great place to start, In order to proceed you must not only wtite, you must also read.”

Reading is showing me it takes special people to write poetry. Plus following the other poets keeps me in check and for all you poets, I have the utmost respect. So whether good or bad, happy or sad, I will nether smudg nor carry a grudge, for I am not here to judge. Let’s write until we are content, whether from the mind, the heart or Heaven sent. And again my friend, what is poetry, I must ask, writing poetry can be quite a task.

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of guy, Who's about to spread his wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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