What's poetry? I do not have a definition for it,

  Why not? Because I'm a baby throwing a fit,

  What are you even saying? I'm trying to make sense.

  But it's not making any. That's exactly why poetry's a gift for the heaven.

  Hmm, a gift huh? Yeah, a gift given to humanity by humans.

  How? Otherwise, things won't really make any sense.

  What? See the rhyming of the words I use are not the same.

  What are you even saying? I'm saying I'm a human, but in heaven.

  Now listen carefully,

  Poetry's the life of some human who's alive.

  Poetry's the husband or wife of someone who thrives.

  Poetry's the art made solely by words.

  Poetry's the pain poured, which doesn't hurt.

  Poetry's the gateway for the poet to meet peace.

  Poetry's the delegate way of saying, "Enough now. Jeez!"

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  Poetry's the use of rhymes with a bunch of words which shouldn't make sense.

  Poetry's the inner heart of someone, which is laid bare for all men and women.

  Poetry's the cry of someone who's been through a lot.

  Poetry's the murder of the self-pity and other self-harming thoughts.

  Poetry's a way of speaking, if I may say so myself.

  Poetry is the borderline for me between heaven, and hell.

  Poetry's so good, I can read it many times.

  Poetry gives me wisdom, to make me mine.

  Poetry's the way one conveys his feelings to the world.

  Poetry's something I'd like to learn and build.

  What I do can't even be considered as poem.

  It can't move your feelings, like them.

  You do remember the name of some poets, right?

  Even though you don't know what's poetry, so why?

  Poetry's the sending of will, to give the reader some chills.

  Poetry's the nature's mill, grown on the time's tree, above the hill.

  Poetry's the way of speaking with patience.

  Poetry's cool. And it's writer? Haa! Makes sense.

  You won't remember Shakespeare by his face.

  You'll remember him by his words of wisdom.

  You won't make sense of the words he has spoken.

  Until it hits you totally on totally random.

  You won't be able to understand the feelings.

  Until you do, and it hits different by then.

  You will start to see many other things.

  And will continue to see them, very often.

  So, my dear friend..

  Poetry's the mask behind every living creature.

  Poetry's the way of greeting your teacher.

  Poetry's the making of sense in the nature.

  Poetry's the different between and human and any other creature.

  Oh, I understand now..

  So, poetry's the using of syllable to form a bunch of lines?

  Poetry's making them, somehow rhyme?

  Poetry's filling the word count, till the page is covered.

  Poetry's the making up of similar words, but with a lot of words.

  Haha,

  Yeah my friend, that too is poetry.

  That's the place where I currently reside.

  That's the joy for someone like me.

  That's my father, mother and wife.

  Lol,

  Don't be too dramatic my friend, you're still on you're twenties.

  Trying reading these words aloud, lol they're fringy.

  But I like this way of life now though, It's fun.

  Poetry's cool alright, now sleep it's 3 am.

  Haha, you caught me my friend, although delusional.

  Well, it was fun right, even though I have to attend my own funeral.

  It's only been a day since I died lol, why they so serious.

  Recite poems guys, It's fun. Even here.

  THE END.