Euphoria

The light of winter

is the poetry of indulgence.

The heat of summer 

is the poetry of rampage.

The flowers of spring 

are the verses of warmth.

The breeze of autumn

is a lullaby of swarms.

The monotone of rain

is the poetry of petrichor.

The fear of slain

is the poetry of pain.

The cry of an infant

is the poetry of endeavour 

The preach of a saint

is a poetry of faith.

The act of kindness 

is the poetry of healing

The act of meanness 

is the poetry of squealing.

The silence before a storm

is the poetry of predation.

The roar of a lion

is the poetry of vexation.

The beauty of the world

is the poetry of creation.

Poetry is an art

made with words.

Poetry is the hunch

which the mankind, beloves.

Poetry is when you taste 

glory, 

In each day.

Poetry is when you redeem

What you need to pay.

Poetry is the present

presented along with the past.

Poetry is an ascent 

where your emotions are massed.

Poems are secrets

Or loud shouts in the air.

A poem is a euphoria

Hiding everywhere.