Poetry

Poetry penned down by a pretty pen
Of passages present and past.

Perhaps on a picture hall,
Or maybe on a painting wall.

Presence of a partriotic partner
Or pleasure of a lover’s peck

Plunge in the pompous plentiful
Or ponder on poor world problems

Perseverance of a determined parent
Or picture of a playful preteen

Perversity of the wicked phantom
Or parables of a beloved pastor

Pavements along poisonous properties
Or lush paths of the paddy fields

Poems are not written positive prayers,
They are a poets pure purposeful prose

Poems are not an answer to pandoras box
They are true parodies of heavenly plays