What is poetry?

Light bent within angel’s tears altered reflection.
Each interpretation brings unique perceptions.
What is being said may not be what you hear.
Their just crinkled up papers outlined in tears.

Composed in riddles each a work of art
the mind of a poet is a maze through the heart. 
They flow on to paper each with a unique melody.
Are they dreams unlived except through fantasy?
Perhaps unimaginable desires that lurk within the soul
or just a story that needs to be told. 
Our laughter and tears, fears and frustrations
Pieces of our selves embedded in our creation
The essence of a poet lies within a poem
But a heart of another can we truly know?

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I like this poem a lot. Good luck with the nursing studies. Been an RN for 3 years and I hope you enjoy it as much I do. Keep writing.