Poetry Is...

By: Heather Martin

Poetry is nothing
But everything

Dances in dreams
That vanish when you wake
Coffee and cream
With a taste of cake

Simplicity found
In a hard drive
Books bound
To stay in an archive

Excuses made
With fake emotion
Ghosts that
Start a commotion

Unsaid words
Of unmatched glory
A long life
Without a story

A lone wolf
That runs in a pack
A rich man
Without a shirt on his back

Youth wasted
On the young
A snake
Without a sharp tongue

Poetry is everything
But nothing