PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Poetry, poetry, i love your poetics. Your simplest and most complex weaving and threading. I love all your pitty pats. The rocks climbs up the mountains pass, time and it sands future and past. The ochard and the wine glass, the sides of good and evil, talk of love eternaly and its brief seasons. Poetry is something special to me as money to a materialistic soul. Here in my skin it is embedded, it is something i will forever cherish. If theres something in this life i get to keep, i want to always be poetic.