Poetry, a mother's kiss fills son's heart up with pride-
Poetry, a sparrow's flight, a beam of sun breaks cloud-
Poetry, the rising sun, casting off night's shroud-
See, poetry is not always a thing of words and rhyme-
I see the beauty and the words in tolerance and time-
A poem can be moments spent in love's pure artistry-
To kiss her palm and her soft neck is my true poetry-
Poetry, a man brings flowers just because he loves her-
Poetry, he'll protect her heart but never stand above her-
Poetry, a starry night, with crickets singing songs-
Poetry, a man stands up, to right all of his wrongs-
See, poetry can be found in our hearts and in our minds-
a poem is found in man's good deeds or heard in wind blown pines-
A book of poetry will not always be found on shelves-
more often, we can find that poetry within very selves- Poetry....
~Jalil
Poetry, a starry night, with crickets singing songs-
Poetry, a man stands up, to right all of his wrongs-
See, poetry can be found in our hearts and in our minds-
a poem is found in man's good deeds or heard in wind blown pines-
A book of poetry will not always be found on shelves-
more often, we can find that poetry within very selves- Poetry....
~Jalil
