Poetry is simply words

Strung into imperfect lines

Some, meticulous meter’d

Others fondly embrace rhymes

Poets’

Poems

Resonate

Meaning fills

Voids in hearts

Poetry is word art

Pleasing to the eye

Notice the arc of this

The mountain I provide

Perhaps you dislike sentences

Have paragraphal feuds

You long to break free

Miss the freedom of no rules

Or are you cookie cutter

Yet forming your own shapes

Your mind runs wild in confines

You need to harness restraints

It’s expression at its core

So broad in execution

Every creative mind

Sorts beauty from pollution