Poetry Is ...

Poetry is the empty liquor bottle, reflecting on the hallow life it is meant to fill.

Poetry is the filler of life that glorifies average and mediocre into existential and philosophical.

Poetry is the rant of relief, easing the pain and suffering of life’s senseless episodes.

Poetry is the bill of bliss, capturing the vividness in brush strokes, painted onto a personal masterpiece.

Poetry is a Cup O Noodles soup.

Poetry is instant coffee.

Poetry is a wake-up call.

Poetry is the tic and the toc before life expires.

Poetry is the days before the carton of milk sours.

Poetry is Houdini meeting David Blaine.

Poetry is twenty ones when all you need is a twenty.

Poetry is a double-knotted shoelace.

Poetry is the screwdriver unscrewing the tightened training wheels.

Poetry is the bungee cord before it snaps.

Poetry is your conscious dream.

Poetry is playing make believe.

Poetry is imperfection.

Poetry is a foul ball.

Poetry is a field goal.

Poetry is a shoulda, coulda, woulda, but didn’t.



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