Poems are like drum beats but with syllables
The words may bounce around but are predictable
Inexplicable, tasking one with much thought
To paint a world with beauty, love, or immaculate distraught
An onslaught, these words may come crashing down like waves
Bearing purpose in their message which inspires and engraves
The writer braves, for their message to be relayed with heart and meaning
To sympathize, empower, release frustration or bear demeaning
It's breathing, ones sentences of love and adoration
Experimental vocabulary with creative illumination
A compilation, overall of thoughts, emotional expression
Not needing any formality or chronological succession
Recession, becomes harder when you get the flow of writing
But every poem comes to its end no matter how exciting
Inviting, the conclusion nears to peacefully to show them
I guess this is what it is to write a poem, about a poem.