Poems Are Living Words….

Poems are buckets of words poured on unresponsive sheets of paper Like fish the words find their rhythm within the sea of white paper Effortlessly swimming together in synchronized verbosity Gushing through the roof of the mind Words find their form in the open skies of empty pages Penetrating the depth of emotions in their search for shelter Exposing the swollen wounds and the broken hearted They match through lines and lines of unchartered waters Possessed by their ability to find meaning in meaningless worlds Words are magical clouds drifting towards a deserted heart