The first line begins this poem
A poem with no real theme
A poem written on whim
Can poetry really be beautiful
Like music that transcends
Is it poetry if it doesn't rhyme
Is it poetry if its just about the mundane
Who cares about poetry anyways
Those lonely souls who can't seem to connect
Those poor souls who try to communicate their pain
May be even those joyous who never thought it was possible
Poetry, just another form
To put words together, even have some fun
I could tell a story with poems
But it would be too long
So, ends this poem, another set of words strung
