I write poems,
That’s a simple fact;
They always rhyme—
I can’t help that.
Everyone has a style
That makes it cool;
From free flow to sonnets,
There is no rule.
It depends on the writer
What he or she records;
Everyone works
On their own accords.
Some like poetry intense,
Some like it light;
There are no rules,
And no need to fight.
You write from the heart,
If you feel the need;
Stretch your imagination,
With no limits to heed.
Poetry is an escape,
To live another life;
Retreat to the study,
And dodge the wife.
We write what we feel,
Depending on the time;
It can be of love,
Or a major crime.
Whatever we write,
We hope you enjoy;
For some, it’s their life,
For every girl or boy.
Why not give it a bash?
Let your juices flow;
Put pen to paper,
And just let it go.
© William Sinclair Manson 2025
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