This poem is about my poetry...guys kindly leave comments beneath each poem...i write them with all my heart and it pains to see that people read them but do not tell me how they felt about them..your encouragement is like the color in my brush, so that i can keep painting this eighth color in the rainbows of our life...

Poetry is a window to the soul,
Transcends time and place,
Transforms the mundane and everyday
Into the mystical and enchanting.
Poetry invites intimacy,
It brings us together.
Poetry is art.
Poetry is life.
It is a gift that sits dormant
In the soul of everyone,
Waiting to be awakened.
Poetry is a way
To lose yourself to creativity.
Poetry paints a thousand pictures
Or is painted by them.
Poetry is breath.
Without it we are struck dumb,
Flailing in uncertainty,
Helpless to express our deepest emotions
Without losing control of them.
Poetry is thought,
Crystallized
Set in lines of ink
That blur before
Tear-filled eyes.
Poetry is the only magic left.