A poem is beautiful, It can be anything that you wish it to be,
What lives in a poem,? Imagination of the wondering mind.
It can take you away, a vacation of choice to anywhere out there,
A dream that lives inside, written words that greatly describe.
What lives in a poem are the memories you carry around always,
Sad happenings of realistic times, happy, wonderful things that define.
Your thoughts and all that makes you whom you are,
To write, too make that what lives in a poem come alive.
What lives in a poem can be any place you want to be,
You can go anywhere, write a fantasy life or live in a dream.
What lives in a poem is the real you and all that you see.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
wonderful words 😉
Thanks always
On Sat, Jun 28, 2014 at 2:20 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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You have very beautiful things living inside you. Beats all the fungus that grows in my mind!
Jeanette Hall
I have anger and more in mine.
On Wed, May 27, 2015 at 10:42 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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So true! Poetry allows me to become any and everything I both want and wish not to be. Its an amazing expression! I love this poem!!
I concur, poetry is beautiful…the rest you already put in to words.