Poetry is an art
But no one taught me how to paint
Every line looks more like a squiggle
And my circles look like ovals
My fading looks like a pile of books
And my shading like I colored it up
But I decided to paint anyway
Because poetry is an art
And have this burning zeal inside
That makes my heart thump
So, I sat and started
Though my lines were still crooked
And came out with a beauty
Called modern art
Because poetry is one
But no one taught me how to paint
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
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If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
This is beautiful, short and simple.
Art within poetry; poetry within art.❤️