Poetry is . . .

by Alex Soto

 

Poetry is a mossy well, damp and crumbling away with age

but still standing strong with a base made of the will and the emotions

of the people who go there to pour out all their emotions

hoping to fill it

 

Poetry is an elaborate golden gate that leads to another world

which serves as refuge and a safe haven to

millions with problems that don’t matter when they are there

 

Poetry is a stained book bound together with the

emotions and feeling of every single person, big or

small, that makes and enjoys poetry

 

Poetry is a hallway that leads to the door of freedom

where thousands of million of people are free to express

themselves and share their experiences and emotions on paper

 

Poetry is your mother’s warm, inviting, and welcoming

hug that encourages you to  try your best in everything

 

Poetry is a giant and a grand library that has endless

amounts of old leather bound books on rows and rows of

shelves and bookcases that give the illusion of stretching

forever down a room that has books as far as the eye can see

 

Poetry is beautiful mother nature during spring when

all the flowers are in full bloom

and all the grass and trees are green

 

Poetry is as calming as sitting in a new leather couch

that conforms to your body and your every move

Poetry is as healthy to your body and your mind as the

most juiciest fruits and the tastiest of vegetables