So I wrote this a few days ago at about two in the morning. It was just a thought I had while severely sleep deprived. Let me know what you think…
Poetry Is A Painting
Poetry is a painting put into words
A symphony of syllables
That once they are heard
Mean nothing to most, but everything to others
An expression of their thoughts
And that’s why it bothers
Some people when they don’t ‘get’ poetry
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Because poetry is so much more than that symphony
It’s the harmony of life
Poured into creativity
The representation of unity,
And solidarity
In a world where it’s too easy to feel lonely
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And while poetry may not create the happily ever afters
It’s the colours on the canvas of our futures
That just needs a few artists
Brave enough to start painting
To create the masterpieces that have been sitting
On their tongues, patiently waiting
For the right time
When the world sits straight and starts listening
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Listening to the words splashed across that tapestry we call history
The lessons written
In threads, and paints, and words
The realities that need to be heard
So our futures are brighter than our pasts
So artists can continue to paint
Creating legacies that will last
So future generations can learn from our successes
And not our failures
And create a world full of possibility sufficient for everybody
A society where poetry really is a painting for the many