I had wanted to write a poem
But my mind wouldnt start going
So I asked myself the question-
What is a poem?

Are they the deep praises of nature's beauty,
The sky, the animals, the trees and the leaves?
Or are they stories of great and powerful deities,
Their wars, conquests and struggles to be kings?
Or maybe they are our thoughts and feelings,
Written down for others to feel?

Are they the declarations of our love,
Of people, motherlands, objects and ourselves?
Or are they things that belong in our heart's cove,
Things which should not be left up on the shelves?
Maybe they are the wisdom of those who throve,
Left for those who wish to help themselves?

They can be so many things,
Thus here I sit wondering,
As my hand keeps on writing,
No way can they just be rhyming.