Poetry   according   to   me   *s*  

Poetry is not a particular rhyme, rhythm, or meter. It is a gift and like all gifts should be appreciated - it is not for the analytical mind to break down into meaningless drivel. In the simplest poem depth can be found for poetry comes from one heart to touch the heart of others... often it acts as the release and healing component of the author. It is not meant to be boggling ... rather to be felt - to stir emotions. Here we can find love, betrayal, disappointment, conviction, strength, weakness, hope, and fantasies. It can provide a source of comfort, contentment, expression, escape, and release. Poets do not expect their readers to be restricted to a specific meaning or emotion. If such were the expectation then the reader would become bored and disinterested. The reader must be free to interpret their own meaning to take away from the poem what they need. to ask a reader to define a poet's meaning is asking them to read the poet's mind. This of course is asking the impossible. To draw their own meaning from a poem - their own unique definition- is to allow them to feel poetry in all its beauty. Poetry is to be felt and appreciated not broken down and depreciated . ~~S~~


What's in a word but meaningless letters, of no faith, no point, no emotion, and no definition. Yet we, as humans, without full possession of our minds, strive to hear these tiny combinations of letters. Why do such meaningless letters have such power? Are we really so simple?

These words must be positive or insecurities become their result. Silence breeds anger and violence. How can we possibly be Mother Earth's most intelligent creature's? Why is silence so unforgivable?

We, as a society, have lost so much of our gifted powers of perception ...we have allowed words to cloud our instinctive abilities...society has allowed words to become the most powerful weapon of mankind ...words have made our brain the laziest and cruelest of all living beings and has intercepted our mind's power and potential.

How redundant to have such an ability, such power, such hidden strength , and allow it to be overrun by the combination of such little, tiny, worthless, letters...........

words~~~


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