A poem is forever.
Words written in a moment ,
That escape the paper,
Whispering from the lips of all who come across it.
The poet is left behind, as the words transcend time.
A poem is emotions
Frozen ink on paper
Tears dripping from the mind
Joy shouting from the soul.
The poet left behind, as the words transcend rhyme.
Praising words of hope
Lifting up the afflicted.
Poems capture hearts and love
Elated feelings unexplained.
Poems ,hurt and pain.
Poetry is a person’s soul
Spilling out upon the desk.
Leaking down to the wooden planks,
Absorbed into the cracks in the floor.
The poet left behind, to be heard no more.
When death arrives, knocks on his door
In a moment of his shallow breath
Written words on tear stained pages