Poetry is
A song, elegant
Dancing across thoughts
Trailing along a string of words
Poetry is art pure and simple
Abstract upon many levels
Limitless
A unique perspective
On thoughts that breathe and words that burn
Because it is man's rebellion
Against being what he is
While asking a shadow to dance
In distilled languages
As it takes life by the throat
Righteous... wow
It's brain vomit
As a gift
Wrapped in a bow
This poem is about:
Me
Our world