Poems are puzzles with rhythm and time

You read them and find out what the poet had in mind

If an image is provided then the puzzle’s half done

Literature and Art all wrapped up in one

Songs for the mind, food for the soul

The writer produces an experience, whole

Sometimes they’re rhyming, sometimes they’re not

Some give a little and some give a lot

Often they’ll plant little seeds of delight

Or teach us about what is wrong and what’s right

The poet will reach out and speak from within

Using words as a paintbrush to draw us all in

They’ll bring us great tales of a land far away

Or share what they found at the end of a day

There are old ones or new ones or short ones or long

But always they’ll sing you a personal song

The topics are endless. The themes are astute

Some speak of sadness and others, refute

Sometimes you’ll love them and sometimes you won’t

You’ll find some that move you and others that don’t

It’s all in the set of our minds on the day

A poem read later could suddenly convey

Its story or notion in a different light

Bringing all kinds of new-found ideal’s into sight

Poetry can give crucial words added strength

Carrying messages the world’s breadth and length

Singing its songs loud and clear for all time

Showing the world what was in someone’s mind.