Poet's Eyes

Why should life and love
matter to me?
I'll follow the words-
they'll set me free

Beautiful moving
created in rhyme.
Endlessly flowing
to keep to the time.

Poetry is wonderous
it lets me feel
flowers and grass
you crush 'neath your heel

Mock if you must
But in this I trust
You may not like this
in which I find bliss

Poetry is freedom
in paper and ink
It can push you back
or send you over the brink

I do not think you understand
What this is that flows from my hand

Love, fear,
pulling her near.
Freedom, joy,
playing with toys.
Strength, power,
simple petals simple flower

If we all had the eyes of poets
war would stop.
If we all had the eyes of poets
no more bombs would drop

In a poet's eye
everything flies
From dogs in red
to little lies

So stop the wars,
stop the fighting.
You over there-
come out from hiding.

Just try to see
like a poet would
Its so much better
we all should.

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