My Poetry

My Poetry

Tonight, I write by the light of my candle,
At my desk with my pajamas and sandals.
Setting right,to bring my feelings into sight.
I try to refine my lines as words of a scholar.

Perhaps this is why it's a little harder for me.
A scholar vocabulary I don't have you'll see.
My poetry is apart of my heart expressions.
So let it be known, as you read this poem.

I seek no praise, but the question that I raise.
If we all wrote alike then who would critique it?
Read the words I've written and my intentions.
You'll come to the conclusion of my solution.

BY: Kings

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