Poem #3: Soul of Poetry

Soul of Poetry

What is poetry without the soul?
What is it without body and mind?
To respond it is an empty hole,
In which there is nothing to find.
Poetry is of words and rhyme,
Made of what people have dreamed,
It has been since before time,
Not always does it have idea or theme.
Poetry brings in love and light,
Heals broken hearts and unseen wounds,
It unchains with its gentle might,
Frees the chained and bound,
Poetry is a road that is unknown,
Until the light of illumination is shown,
Poetry is the glue of life and love,
And of hope, fear, hate, and death,
It binds us together when we need it,
And speaks softly to our hearts,
Yet we still fight with each other,
War still goes on,
But I know something,
Something very important,
And very special,
And what is that you may ask?
It is that as long as we keep poetry in our hearts,
We shall be happy and weep no more with pain.