Poetry is a walk through the clouds,
And during that walk sometimes,
When I’m lucky I find a rainbow.
But sometimes I find a storm.

Poetry is like a rollercoaster,
Smooth at first,
Bumpy sometimes,
But very fun.

Poetry is like a feast,
My thoughts are the dishes,
Some dishes I like,
Some I don’t.
But at the end of this feast
I am happy.

Poetry is a whole new work,
Filled with thoughts,
Words,
Creativity,
Emotions,
Filled with influence.