Poetry Is…
Poetry is… by: Omarcus Poetry is to me is a bright shine in the world It brings the free roam in the world It that light bulb in a dark room It’s that pen that puts words on paper…
Poetry is… by: Omarcus Poetry is to me is a bright shine in the world It brings the free roam in the world It that light bulb in a dark room It’s that pen that puts words on paper…
Poetry Is... by Anonymous Poetry is a dove to me Flying high in the sky To a blooming rose tree On a sunny,hot day poetry is like a bunch of kids screaming and running to get on rides …
What is Poetry? By: Anonymous Poetry is the sweet vanilla ice cream on a hot and sunny day. Poetry is the beauty that is risen in me. Poetry is the meaning of my words. Poetry is the tingly feeling…
Poetry’s Forms by: Voshon Tate Poetry is a double-bladed sword. Poetry is a powerful mysterious moon. Poetry is a frozen sun. Poetry is a very victorious veteran. Poetry does more than you could fool. …
My Poetry Is… By: Tyla M. Poetry is a seed blossoming into a beautiful red rose. Poetry is a crowd of very hot students jumping into a huge, blue pool. Poetry is a flock of hungry hawks…
Poetry Is By Jalen Nugent Poetry is sitting outside on a hot day Poetry is fighting with lions Poetry is riding on a roller coaster thats going up down at a high speed Poetry is cookies n milk…
What Is Poetry? by Anonymous Poetry can be the best thing in the world Poetry can also be the worst thing you have ever experienced Poetry is taking a dip into a cool swimming pool on a scorching hot…
Poetry Is... by Anonymous Poetry is happiness It is like putting Carmex on crusty lip when you really need it Poetry is sadness too It is like someone who walks up to you and just punches you in…
Poetry is….. By Anonymous Poetry is the snow in the sky It can be alluring and cold at the same time It keeps a balance of things on hand Like someone giving a famished child a can The poetry is…
Poetry is… by: Anonymous Poetry is a lost puppy roaming down dark narrow streets Poetry is riding in a car with the windows down on a hot day, wind blowing through my hair Poetry is…