A word to grow, a seed in the soul Hold to a phrase, branching out your way What is in you, grows as you become whole Growing high, growing with time
Each word growing freePoet Tree Words are the leaves The title is the tree. It grows in me Many lines many pages, another poem today Life has changed; it has gone it's own way Don't want to write another poem the same Poet Tree, It grows in you as it does in me 100 more poems growing from my soul
Poetry is from the soul; it is a moment in life put to words. It isn't words that we use that define us, it is how you use them. If the words you have never pass your lips or the end of your pen, then they are just words, words that go unsaid. Alice Walker explained to me in one of her books what poetry was. It was so clear, poetry is an emotion. I feel it is this emotion that gives a voice to all the other emotions within us. That is true expression. Thank you Alice Walker, now I know how a poem is made.
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