Poetry (from Ancient Greek: ποιέω/ποιῶ (poiéo/poió) = I create / I make / I do / I cause) is traditionally a written art form in which human language is used for its aesthetic qualities in
addition to, or instead of, its notional and semantic content. In preliterate societies, these forms of poetry were composed for, and sometimes during,performance.
There was a certain degree of fluidity to the exact wording of poems. The
introduction of writing fixed the content of a poem to the version that happened to be
written down and survive.It consists largely of oral or literary works in which language is used in a manner that is felt by its user and audience to differ from ordinary prose.....Phew....that is poetry technically defined for you...
Poetry's use of nuance and symbolism can make it difficult to interpret a poem or can leave a poem open to multiple interpretations . . . not that it makes any difference...poetry is all about expression ...But simply speaking poetry...is all about creative expression ....expression that's as unique as your own identity ...
addition to, or instead of, its notional and semantic content. In preliterate societies, these forms of poetry were composed for, and sometimes during,performance.
There was a certain degree of fluidity to the exact wording of poems. The
introduction of writing fixed the content of a poem to the version that happened to be
written down and survive.It consists largely of oral or literary works in which language is used in a manner that is felt by its user and audience to differ from ordinary prose.....Phew....that is poetry technically defined for you...
Poetry's use of nuance and symbolism can make it difficult to interpret a poem or can leave a poem open to multiple interpretations . . . not that it makes any difference...poetry is all about expression ...But simply speaking poetry...is all about creative expression ....expression that's as unique as your own identity ...
I am . . .
Tomorrow my entity is slated for disarray...
I'm floating with a vision that resonates in your heart
I'm the Gift of Yesterday...
I'm the tear that never comes out...
I'm hidden.. within...forgotten perhaps..lost my way
I'm traveling deep within...
I'm guided .. by the darkness inside
I'm the muse of the creator...
I'm captive of my dreams...
I flutter . . . where you set free your dreams
I'm also the one ... who makes you smile...
I maybe your weakness ... but I possess some guile...
I'm holding on to the dreams ... we envisioned
I'm not ensuring success but hope...
I' m traversing ... as I have been now for so long ..
Motion and progress ... much the same for me ... they mean...
I watch from the skies above ... I guard from the care within...
I'm carefully lending .. guiding light .
I'm holding you until caressed by morning light....
I'm inside.. I'm around .. I'm like a traveler ...
with destination as a native ground.....
I am . . . the reassurance that you hold...
I am . . . said but never told
I am as visible as the morning dew. . .
I am not known .. predicted or foreseen
Yet I'm not a virtue inane . .
I am a reason not a condition . .
I am a surface and not a shooting star ; you are my periphery and I am the arc ..
I am here since long before ..
I am here .. for you . . . . today tomorrow and forever more . . .
'I am' ... is one of the very first poems I penned and for this reason & many more its very special to me.
