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Poetry is compressed emotions no one can see
Poetry is uncanny notions set beyond reality
Poetry is a brilliant sunset and a subtle moonrise
Poetry is the truth behind the lines of lies.
Poetry is the unrecognizable roars of freedom fighters
Poetry is the silent and defiant thoughts of freedom writers
Poetry is the footsteps of our grandfathers right behind you
Poetry is the fresh ground ahead patiently waiting for you.
Poetry is the language of the soul,
The scrapyard for pain,
The expression of the unknown.
Poetry is the unlimited strength of the mind
Poetry is the power impossible to define.
Poetry is everything that we can refine
Poetry is all that we need to clarify.
Drop the guns and open a dictionary.
Quit the clubs and visit the library.
Drop the swords and rearm yourself
With our words we free the world.
Poetry is a plane crashed into a building,
Poetry is a beautiful flower already wilting
Poetry is the wars that took our fathers,
Sons and husbands,
Cousins and brothers.
Poetry is spending adolesence in poverty
Poetry is facing a whole wide world of bigotry.
Poetry is the entire population shaking its fists
At all the lowly liars and the hypocrites.
Poetry is the action with a consequence
Poetry is the pain of incompetence.
Poetry is a cry for those who want to listen,
Those who have the will to make a difference.
Maybe some day we can change it all,
Put our own destruction into a stall.
Halt the line of lies and bring the truth to the front,
Poetry is the realization of what we truly want.
Drop the guns and open a dictionary.
Quit the clubs and visit the library.
Drop the swords and rearm yourself
With our words we free the world.
Break the chains and sing in rhymes.
Seek the truth underneath a veil of lies.
Articulate,
Illustrate,
Congregate,
Illuminate.
With our words we free the world.
Stop the murder,
Go no further,
See the droplets,
Tears and couplets.
Give me your pain,
Rinse me with rain,
I'll wash away
All I'm afraid
Of, we gotta
Stand up, we have
To find, some love
To define, I will
Be the shoulders
For the soldiers,
To cry on,
To hang on,
To pray and
Rely on,
So they can leave,
All they have seen,
All they have known,
And finally come home.
Drop the guns and open a dictionary.
Quit the clubs and visit the library.
Drop the swords and rearm yourself
With our words we free the world.
Articulate,
Illustrate,
Congregate,
Illuminate.
With our words we free the world.
Clarify,
Exemplify,
Unify,
Symbolize.
With our words we free the world.
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- | Submitted on 09/12/2009 |
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- Title: Poetry Is
- Artist: Poetic Progression
- Description: A rap I made for my dreamed up rap group "Grayscale". So far, it's a solo project until I can recruit some more poets and musicians. Please please PLEASE comment and critique. Think it's a load of crap? Tell me what I need to improve on. Love it? Tell me what you love the most. I need FEEDBACK pronto!
- Date: 09/12/2009
- Tags: poetrywordssongspokenword
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Comments (1 Comments)
- ReignOblytehria - 09/22/2009
- It was very good, I like, all that you said is true. Poetry is life, and also give me some feedback, I'm a poet and singer. Check out my page to see.
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