What's in a Poem? Whatís in a poem?
Allow my brain freedom to roam,
Thoughts run through my mind.
Maybe, just maybe, Iíll find something worth my time.
Love stories, dreams, and fantasies too,
Or how about tales that cause tears to debut.
Some imaginary creatures so tall and fierce,
Heinous, gooey, and with eyes that pierce.
And still, there are more,
Just let my mind explore.
Perhaps the best is to release my grip on reality,
Dream up some worlds that donít occur naturally.
The creation of words, often a tricky affair,
A snickle, a snortle, potential everywhere.
Beautiful, disgusting, shivering, and quaking,
Hundreds of adjectives all up for the taking.
What really makes a poem?
Iím sure many have asked.
Maybe itís just one of those things,
That only some special dreams can bring.
Whatís often inexpressible, thoughts disappearing like vapor.
Most certain, so clear, so true; itís easily put on paper.
To me, a poem is a rush of feelings,
Liberated emotions reaching high to the ceiling.
Whatís in your poem?
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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