She Is Poetry

She was poetry,
And she was beautiful.

With her eyes
Filled with metaphors.

The secrets
And similes
In her smiles.

Her personified hair,
Adjectival laugh,
And imagery in her hands.

Liaisons between
Her eloquent feet
And the soil.

She is poetry,
And she is beautiful.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem