Poetry is many things
To many faces
Showing different emotions
And different places
With nothing but words
Nothing but imagination
Talking about lives and worlds
From frustration to creation
What you read
And what you see
Is different in every form
Different to you then to me
Showing us the world
From different views
Happiness and sorrow
Love and blues
Poetry is not one
There are all kinds
For every person
And every mind
