Poems: I  read because…

I read poems
Written by poets in this portal
and other’s beyond
for poems to me are words
In pretty colours
All maroon and white
And red and blue too
They float around so carelessly
Read and they become a story
Said in pretty proses and phrases

I read poems by broody poets
For at time times they like thunder be
And lightning on tapestry
Of words sewed and woven
By a poet’s pen
So dark and gloomy
And shivery delicious
When read quietly at midnight

I read poems by poets
Whose words are wisdom
written in deep thoughts
Without fancy imaginings
Just words that speak
Of certain creed
Of beliefs and ethics
And God’s creations

Poets with visions beyond the ordinary
Are favourites of mine
For like me they talk of dreams
And the surreal
Painting pictures way beyond
The imaginings of human mind
Splashes of colours
Dark on the mind’s landscapes
Tell stories of the macabre

I read poems by any poets
For I wish someday to be
One of them
For poets’ world of words
Do clash and tumble
Merge and part like dances
They pull apart
And then they mate
Mere words become words and beyond
Born of poets mind