I, sitting in nature's lap. Got fascinated By it's imperishable beauty. Like a nexus It binds all. Nicely and perfectly. Blowing wind. Trees dancing merrily. It's leaves, Too travelling, Taking selfies & introducing, The melody of joy. Birds, Like varieties, Showers it's colours. Making clouds Ready for today's DJ party. All happy intangibly. And, Sun setting, Like a bright welcoming heart.
Beautiful trees. Flowing rivers. Snowy clouds. I wanna feel Everything. People, restricting My thoughts. Giving it the name, Of day dreaming. I escaping With my three friends. Through the sky, Of my thoughts. To live my life, Somewhere, I can grow. I can develop. I find, MYSELF.
"Ars Poetica" (Latin for "The Art of Poetry") is a lyric poem of twenty-four lines. It describes the qualities a poem should have if it is to stand as a work of art. An Ars Poetica poem is a poem examining the role of poets themselves as subject, their relationships to the poem, and the act of writing.
A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown— A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds. * A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs, Leaving, as the moon releases Twig by twig the night-entangled trees, Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves, Memory by memory the mind— A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs. * A poem should be equal to: Not true. For all the history of grief An empty doorway and a maple leaf. For love The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea A poem should not mean But be. By Archibald MacLeish
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