Exploration into Conventional Poetry: A Sonnet
I don’t have a poem inside me screaming
To come out. No words that must be written,
Or lines that are full-formed, simply flowing.
I am a part time poet, not smitten
With any specific rhyme or reason.
A man/boy/undecided who loves truth
But longs for ideals that could be treason
When placed inside the heart of honest youth.
Though beyond truth and ideals, I believe
That love itself, when pure, can prove all three,
And to this ideology I cleave--
Proving it exists, knowing it proves me.
In my heart I find questions not answers,
But they hold beauty, like twirling dancers.
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