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What is Poetry?What Is Written PoetryWhat is Poetry?
It is many things to many people and it can also be nothing to some. Most people say that poetry is the written expression of the heart. Yet, I say it is the expression of the mind, heart, and soul. Poetry can be the expression of one of the three, two of them, or all three at the same time. Written poetry can be the expression of the mind, heart, and/or soul at a certain time; past, present, or future. During a time that will never exist, or a place where time does not exist. In a place that is far away, a place that is so close that you don’t even know it, or in a
by ~DreamingDeepestBlakk
The Story of The Fall...The Story of the Fall…The Story of The Fall...
The best of the Winged ones, Jealous of the King’s sons. Jumped from the highest land,
He was the most prideful of his band, Escaping the strongest hands. Or did those hands give up on him, Letting him live on the outer rim. Sin this one had found, Then screaming without a sound. He led a revolt against the Creator, Which only led into disastor. Killing his former kin, Fighting a battle he could not win. When defeat was in sight, He ran from God’s might. Hiding now in a place that burns bright, Ye
by ~DreamingDeepestBlakk
The FishermanThe FishermanThe Fisherman
My heart is stained with love, In my love I live this life in pain,
Being torn between two beauties, Even though they look the same
They are identical bottles floating
in the seawith different messages inside, And I am the fisherman who has found these bottles that have drifted onto the sandy beach, But alas i can only hold one...
for my left hand is filled with my fishing pole Oh the irony of being a fisherman.
by ~DreamingDeepestBlakk
Ode to HappinessOde to HappinessOde to Happiness
I cannot catch it My hand has lost its mark
The mark it should have hit
My sight is all dark
Its bouncing tails is happily waving
Gleefully back and forth Teasing my craving I try a second, a third, a forth Either my timing is off
Or I am as dumb as the bugs in a horse trough
All types of people it can belong too It is a flower that all can grasp
Flowers with fresh morning dew Yet it evades my hand’s every clasp Then I heard a whisper calling
A feeling I now love It makes me feel like baw
by ~DreamingDeepestBlakk
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