A Poem Is

Blurting out, A Poem Is
Pouring the ink, plenty of fizz
Colors painting, how I emboss
My meaning then, expression is lost.

Emptying words, as they spill,
Giving love, hope and will.
Passing faith, spirits felt,
A Poem Is a powerfull melt.

Lending passion, to one in fear,
Enabling my poems with ink as tears.
Sharing my lust or deserted past,
For A Poem my friend is meant to last.

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