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Random poem I made a while back


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I don't know if it's really good, but here is is, and hope you enjoy .




What is poetry?

Isn't it compact language

Becoming smaller, smaller, and smaller?

No, that's not it.


Is it that rhyme

That comes every time

At every line?

No, not that.


Can it be the rhythm and beat

That sounds so neat,

It makes you move your feet?

No, this isn't it.


Poetry is the very sound

That can only be found

Where it will all start

From within your heart


Cause when it's your voice,

What you make is your choice.

From word to word,

Fish or bird,


Rhyme and rhythm,

(Or Rhythm and rhyme),

In the end, it's all fine;

It's poetry.

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