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 a  cryptic thing

But doesn’t it make you want to sing?

It can have a luscious melody

So sweet, serious, masterpiece

Poetry is a wild animal

Lingering for the reader to come

It struggles and struggles and sometimes

It overcomes

Far and wide it advances through

And it just do what it does

Poetry has many features

And it eternally has time for believers

The way it sits looking so pretty

And as brave and tall like a lion in the city