Poetry is.

 The Soundless

Deaf hearing.

Whilst the hearing

Hear nothing.

Poetry is,

The lapse of time

As time

Renders all things useless.

Poetry is hope.

Explorations and discoveries

Beyond man’s mind.

Poetry is cruelty to the heart

Disguised in robes of Kind.

Poetry is admittance

Of emotion


As we dance

Above what cannot be.

Neither done nor said.

Poetry is

My words, contorted.

Boxed and labelled.

Forced beneath the waves

Which move my soul.

Poetry is the bittersweet


To the elements that hold us


Poetry is the enemy

We shall not know.

© Ciinders TheSoulsWord ™


~ by Ciinders on August 5, 2011.

One Response to “Poetry is.”

  1. “Poetry is the admittance of emotion forbidden” Love that line. That’s exactly what poetry is for me. Great poem. Thanks for posting! Don’t forget to visit my blog! 🙂


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