Light at the End of the Tunnel We march through this tunnel This dark, everlasting…
Poetry is . . .
Poetry is . . .
by Ashely Adams
Poetry is words sewed together
like a giant blanket that warms you in the winter,
words that saddened the heart
like a kid dropping the sweet, sweet ice cream in on the side walk.
Poetry is words happily skipping across the page that make you laugh,
words that make you melancholy at every line of the page.
Poetry is locked up inside us,
Poetry is the words you use to express yourself to be free in your own little world.