The Poem

The Peom

The poem i want with share is from my heart
From my mind but where to start
Id probably begin with just a word
Nothing radical, nothing personal and certainly nothing odd                 

A poem without an end
Is life itself
Like an old book waiting to be read
Perched on top a dusty shelve

A poem that depicts a journey
Letters through infinity
Some say poem seeks to mesmerize time
While others hope to Hipnotize u with every ryme

A poem should be fun
Let emotions and imaginations run
Its about what we can relate to
And the words should be few
 
Id gladly give you a book
But what good is it if its never written
Like the chef cook
Whose meals were never eaten

A poem about love and life
When you fail someone or something
Pick urself up, You will survive
But thats, no thats not the begining

This poem is probably about music
About the strings
forget the words it is still melodic
but the violins and madolins will lead you
Just dont forget to listen

I'll slow down
I hope you are following
Look my feet are on the ground
But I know your must be racing

Like what we hear
This Poem comes with the tune
The sight, the touch
never to fear
we are fully immuned

A poem filled with words
Has its features
Like a paint without the brush
You'll eventually get the picture

Would it bother if its about Death or mystery
violence or fiction
Or would you settle with laughters and happy ending
Or acomplished mission

A poem from an islander
should probably be about an island
but when passion is drawn from under
theres more beneath the ladder

A poem about fate and destiny
art and creativity
Facts and fantasy
Theres more in store now i see

Buts whats a poem without its poet
A music without the composer?
A singer in a duet?
Or a winner without a loser?

My poem is of self discovery
A journey a dream
but where to start
and when to end is just the begining..
so it seemed