“True Poetry” does’nt have to rhyme.
It is nothing special.
Scratch that, it’s everything special.
Its everything special to you.
Even if the poem is one word,
That one word may mean the world.
And someone else out there feels the same way.
Some poetry is like honey,
Smooth flowing off the lips
Full of flavor.
However, some poetry is like fireworks
when concealed, it looks like nothing
but when someone adds a little spark
it is gloriously explosive.
No rhythm, no reason.