try this
WHILE YOU ARE YOUNG
When the night is young and you are in your youth,
You are like blossoming all the way
Then why what makes one wonder
Why someone looked my way.
When your young and the sky is blue
And someone walked away
Why would u think why she did not look your way?
When you are young and you are about to be fresh
Why does someone from you run away?
Tell me while your young and in the wilderness
What will happen that day?
Poetry is emotion,
An outcome of commotion
From the fathoms of the heart
And depths of the ocean
For the surf it must traverse
The winds slapping too
Of hurricanes and its wile mess
Of fire too
Storm within a storm
Yes in living human form
That is what Kroshta will say,
If you may,
Have more metaphors Vision,
Widen your own vision.
I pray do teach me what is
Metre what is rhyme,
All I know is metro
And have just no time
For the last wording
In a syllable cry
Try, try, just try
And with end of a new sentence
Let it match with a fry, a fly or my, my.
What is poetry?
But a random piece of art,
For beginners let us start ,
With criticism , condemnation
And assault
No, not, it’s not your fault
Its all but normal worldly phenomena,
Of ability assassination, poetic drama.
What then is poetry may I ask?
Picking up a phrase here
And a syllable there
Put on a Poeter’s mask and say
How did I my poem display?
That’s the poets true art?
