
Poetry, My Love
The story has no plot or ending
It runs rampant through the pages
It is oblivious to informative thought
But an ode to the love of words
It is one sentence that ten thousand
Other books failed to write about
While yet one sentence hidden in a
Vast sea between the shores of the soul
What beauty lies within its depths
They summon the romantic spirit
To awaken from its nightly slumber
Behold, a voice of the temptress
She toyed with my racing heart
But left it with a tender sigh
Her sweet perfume alone was
A book of passionate embrace
So, here’s to poetry and
What it’s done to me
It reached every crevice of my being
And left my heart yearning for more
More of the story that goes on and on
With no end in sight
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Nelson D Reyes
almost 4 yearsI am glad, truly, my friend to be there with you
For I am as much in love with poetry as you are
Brevity in words blossoming in continuum colors
Gloriously fed by the ever flamboyant nature
The magnificent royal display deserving of an ode
Fave this one. Thank you Robert.
Robert L. Martin
almost 4 yearsWow. Thanks for liking my poem, Nelson. Coming from you, that is quite an honor.