This poem simply tells the simplicity of what poetry is in my eyes. It is different to others, and others may see it as the same way, you decide.

poetry is like glass

which is fragile and some clear

creating reality

crumbling into pieces

flying and landing like thoughts 

throughout the mind

ending up on paper 

spreading into words 

sticking like permanent ink

poetry is like a tear drop 

only released to express emotion 

whether it be through anger or happiness

wetting the paper with a huge water spill 

that pours out relief 

that dries on to leave a stain to 

complete a deep thought out feeling

The End

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