What is Poetry language? ?

Question: What is Poetry language!? !?

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POETRY IS A POETS OWN LANGUAGE

ADOLOSCENCE AND TEENAGERS

The adolescence of a young boy or girl,
Does their interior turmoil unfurl!?
And when an adolescent stays in ones custody,
To protect them from all evils is our duty!.

I know so many beautiful girls and boys,
Those with whom old guys play with, like toys,
And at times I wonder how their parents did trust,
When they their teenagers with relatives entrust!.

Teenagers need the comfort and confidence they lack,
That you will not take advantage of, behind parents’ back,
But these days relatives are the ones one cannot,
Leave their innocent adolescents with I say, dare not!.

In the lives of these nubile ones there is no dear,
And as adolescence has just made it clear,
They want to know more and more and more,
How with their own and opposite sex, to endure!.

Believe you me you parents of this world of today,
Do your best to guard adolescents from day to day!.
Do not believe that they will be able to fend,
For you will be the greatest loser towards the end!.

''HELLO CANADA''

SILLIEST ME: A MARTIAL SITUATION

As usual my nightingale you have flown,
And once again have left me alone
And you hope to think I shall not mind,
Even if you do ever me, leave behind!.
But I am desperate, in your love my dear one,
You have left when the fun has just begun!.
No you cannot leave me forlorn,
I know you will be back once I've gone!.
Come back my love I cannot find my way,
Without you tell me, where and how, will I stay!?

JUST IMAGINE CAN YOU

Sitting under an apple tree
Throwing pebbles at sea,
And when she makes me cry,
She actually helps me and makes me try!.

When she curses you see,
It is good, she actually nurses me,
And when it’s all her perspiration,
Friends, for me its only inspiration!.

Then I realise how we learn from human face,
And know all about the human race,
And when we know more and more,
Humanity only, benefits, all for sure!.

We are at answers of all Yahoo Q's,
Each failure is like a step for me,
And it helps me go up, step up the ladder,
Then I come up with, if nothing else,
Something you may call poetry, I confess!.

Alas its a
Love game, this life,
Full of curiosity and strife,
Yet without the misery,
There could be no comparative story!.

Just Remember

Remember that, me is, a girl in me;

We cannot make up our mind,

As hormones play havoc,

When we're in the bind!.

We have to still show, love to u we owe,

Or else you won't know-how our hearts' glow,

When we're out and the world is ours,

It is then our better half is yours!.

My love, my dear, at that bluish phase endure,

My hand is still there, my touch is yours,

Your smiles are my loving possession,

Your presence is my very own passion!.

For ever for me a heart throbs, for all years,

I live with yee, remember this wills thee!.

Priceless Treasure

I am on the edge of the threshold, with desire

Where can we alone in this wilderness meet!?

As the air perfumes fill my nostrils with love,

As if holding your hands in my dreams,

A one time fantasy, a breath from yonder,

I pick you up, up in the air
No one ever thought that such would happen,

Until your hands, felt my hands,

Desire spilled from my very being,

Nothing remained but my moistly hands,

As I smelt my palms, your face came up,

From nowhere, as a spring of emotion rose

At once I saw you in front of my eyes emerging,

As if from no where, as you know

It was then that I realised,

It was under ROSE!.

I AM
Since I am the cynosure of your eyes,

I am what for many a one cries,

I am your hearts' throb,

Your very and very own breath,

Your very blood and sweat,

You’re true and very much your vision,

I am what you want me to be,

A river, a stone, a monument,

Or a real lover at sea!.

I am what I am as you already know,

What else you want from me!?

For I am what I am, as far as you

And god, my love can see!.

Hope now you will my sole,’ heart'

Love, really and truly love me!.

Our Apple Tree
Long, long ago my friend did u know,

The only tree that we inherited was,

An apple tree, as it did then, as it does now,

Depicts fruitfulness and human seeds,

That grows from generation to generation,

And that message did we get and give,

To generation after generation, humanity,

And today

We are the products of that hidden secret,

We call-up know what ever it be!.

Sitting beneath the apple tree,

Einstein saw the world's most secret vision,

A falling apple to the ground and later

Scientifically,

He created his theory of Relativity!.

As he enjoyed the sweetness of the breeze,

Sitting under the Apple tree,

He created a science, which today is knowledge,

All just sitting below an apple tree!.

Romeo and Juliet

Romeo, oh my Romeo, where is Shakespeare,

Only Romeo, you can tell me, where is he!?

My dear one, do u not realise how I love u

Even so I want to know how come Shakespeare knew,

Oh my Romeo you and I will always will be true!.

Juliet I am and shall always remain,

You know a part of Romeo, e’re the end of time,

Let none forget us and our foster father

In this world, who has given us an identity!?

Ever to become immortal for all times,

To be the worlds’ renowned lovers, as midnight bell chimes!.

JESSICA KING
Jessica my dearest niece a gift of Almighty,

Every time I kiss you my heart glows

Smilingly, I know you are my love, my life

Sweet as a midsummer nights' dream, do you know

In the early hours of a summers' morn

Came a huge storm and it was then

A bag burst and a woman in pain,

Kind of misery, no one shall see,

In the hours of that early Tsunami,

No one shall ever forget that day,

Glowing in spirits, you came our way!.

We named you,''Jessica King''

EAST WEST NORTH SOUTH FAMILY
My dear mom you are the East and all of us

Are your very own progeny, you know that we hope!.

Our dear pop is West, that we all, so do you know,

He is said to be, the head of our family!.

John our dear brother, is never at home ever,

Nor does he bother, where we all are,

All that he wants is to be with dearest, Sally!.

I am your darling daughter, at your beck and call,

Yet my loving mom, you rarely love me!.

Wait who is there at the door, hark who you be!.

And as someone tries to knock anyone of us off,

Can my well-wishers guess, from where ever so swiftly!?

Without a call, we all come so suddenly!.

Candy
How I miss my candy,
When I learnt I lost her,
I felt really randy,
But could not believe the news
As I was not prepared for it,
also I had to keep it secret,
So as not to disclose
At a time others weren’t prepared,
To accept such a sad news,
When enjoyment came by after,
It was a great time and rare!.

So I kept it secret, though I knew,
Candy will not be there
For me when I did return,
But at times one has to suffer alone,
In the heart of heart one has to moan,
Grieve and silently shed a tear,
Before one shares such bad news!.
Oh Candy is dead,
Alas it’s sad and saddest news
!.
Well dear Candy, we served each other,
This in the new world always remembers!.
No more shall I now keep a pet,
Dear Candy, I do not want to again regret!.

Fare thee well Dear Candy!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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