I Am Poetry

In an unopened cage,
I remain unrestrained.
In a world of black and white,
I am color in your night.

 

On a street without a name,
I'm the dancer in the rain.
On a ship without a voyage,
I'm the gypsy full of courage.

 

In a world so profound,
I may seem slave and bound.
In times of no chivalry,
I remain master and free.

 

In a room of masquerade,
I'm the inner child at play.
In the asylum of the heart,
I'm the voice of poetic art.

Author's Note

My real name must be "Poetry".

Reviews

[Michael X]

Wow, I loved this, the imagery is very nicely executed in form and flow, as the passion behind the wording takes on a life all its own, the way poetry represents art, the way metaphors open the door to deeper
understanding that would othrerwise be restrained. this is absolutely crafty and rhythmically creative.

[Orlando Murcia]

This was really great
it's almost like reading it out
of a book

This was awesome

Great work

Orlando M

[Nautili]

poetry is such a special gift to the world; a painting dripped in words, and your poem was the perfect example of this.

[K. Carver]

Wow. Wow.

[Micheal Teal]

You are Poetry.

I honour and celebrate the beauty of your words.

[Carl]

WOW i loved this peice. sometimes the best poetry has the least words. The opening line "in an unopened cage". The temptaion just to fly must be hard to resist considering that you are also unrestarined. awesome Just down from the cage on the street with no name( U2) a Dancer dances in the rain free and full of spirit. She brings a dash of colour in to a world of black and white. On the corner of the street there is a run down bar called "The Ship" it has seen better days Outside The Ship a Gypsy sits and will tell you a tale of courage and daring if you have the time and the silver to cross her palm. The gypsies words are profound she spins and weaves a tale she she talks of being a slave. Bound in this world where freedom costs she talks of people being slaves to their work and their money. And she wispers to us not to become like them but to remain master and free. The dash of colour leads us to the Thearte where there is a masquerade ball happening in a big room. Lots of colour and masks and laughter Memeories of children at play as young hearts ran free in the days not so long ago. And I remember the street so well i remember the Gypsy and The Ship and I remeber The Dash Of Dance For I was her. For I am Poetic Art.

Jen this peice is amazing. awesome imagery great personification loved the way you brought the whole street to life
Definately a Fave
Kudos

[Blackbirdsong]

Well done except your rhyme for chivalry is a little off. I hate when I do that. I find a perfect word and of course its something that is difficult to rhyme. Of course I guess you could say it was assonance (your chivalry rhyme) , but since your other rhymes are concrete it would still stick out a bit. Good job though.

[Silvario]

A brilliant piece. I loved the fast pace and smooth easy flow. Wonderfuly wroded. Well dome. :)

[The High Poet]

I have to say that this write took my breath away. Every line flowed together in such harmony it made my heart race. You are truly a brilliant poet. I look forward to reading more.

Thanks

The High Poet

[No]

you've grown as a poet, without bounds.
never stop.

[Captain Blackheart (The..]

A wonderful flow and rhyme to the whole piece. A very good write.