The power of poetry

Their words cut through me,

like a knife through butter,

this is the power of poetry,

it makes me stutter.


Their words act as a weapon,

knives, guns and a sword,

but some of the words beckon ,

only powerful with the help of a horde.


Their words may seem to fail,

making people yawn with bore,

but what’s a boat without a sail?,

an eagle unable to saw?


I hope these words reach you,

and act as a piece of knowledge ,

But what am I to do

if someone’s brain is as useless as porridge?


This is the power of poetry,

it can be strong can be weak,

it’s meaning acts differently,

to those who wait and to those who seek.




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