Poem about poetry
Poets use lies to tell the truth,
Words spill across the page,
Beautiful language, words and phrases,
These are my day and age.
I could tell you a story,
Write one million different things,
From these pages, and these lines,
These words, my heart sings.
I will write forever,
Poems, stories, songs and all,
I will write of war and peace,
Of people rising and their fall.
I will write of sadness,
Make beauty from despair,
I will let unhappiness roam,
Till your heartstings start to tear.
I will write of good times,
On the grass where one is lain,
Good cheer, peace and happiness,
Will once more hold the reign.
I will write of romance,
Broken hearts, or sweet passion,
A lady with beauty beyond it all,
And a prince so strong and dashing.
For beauty lies within these words,
And who am I to stop it's flow?
Their magnificence and greatness declared,
For all the World to know.