What is a poem?
A poem is something that lets me be me, lets you be you, lets everything be everything.
A poem is the blush breeze and perfume steam of the earth’s blazing breath.
A poem is the naked magic of one’s imagination, anything that they are or that they think.
A poem is desiring to explore the embrace of her soft dark smile, sacred broken kisses, the throbbing heart of my poetry blazing across oceans, sailing on fire.
The ghost of myself staring into my eyes upon the fever red smoke of eternity.
A poem is a young child laughing through the windowless glass of the universe, angels who fall, demons that rise.
A poem can dance, a poem can sing, a poem can bleed, a poem can live.
It is the secret that every man knows, always surrounded with joy and sorrow,
A poem is the emotion of emotion.
A poem is tangible, not to touch, but to thought.
A poem is a prisoner, a poem is a jailer, a poem is rich, and a poem is poor,
The wild brilliant color of poetry is the call for revolution; it brings peace to those who have lost their belief in forgiveness, it forgives those who have lost belief in peace.
A poem is a question, and it’s an answer.
The question is not what is, but what isn’t. What isn’t a poem?
GK
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