Poems Matter

Poem increase All kind of hates cease The words flow Inner love grows Not all may understand Not all may try to be friends Yet someone may offer Despite at odd to differ It is just feeling Comes off from chamber as willing Love travels faster than rays Certainly opens the way I write But inner conscious fights Why should I dream about someone? Does she know about me as only one? I stop dreaming They rays are still beaming It opens door with many words I think “it is grace from lord” What does poems do? What is put across and through? Troubled mind or passionate views No, nothing but it is simple message for few