Is It Poetry? Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Is it poetry that I see or love song?
Is it love that bath poetry or
Poetry that spoon feed love?
Search my heart and behold
The worlds that poetry transformed!



Is it poetry you write or prose?
Check the wordings and create effect,
Not in my season of song that poetry shall
Be made to water like a watery soup.
Make it not shadow but deep and thirsty;
Poetry is the breast the elites suck in delightfully.




Create imagination and pictures
Not mere words that disturb men' eyes.
Poetry is not rice that you cook without salt,
Poetry is not beans to eat with Bread but,
You eat poetry alone and alone.



Is it poetry you write or script?
I don't really understand you anymore.
Those words are too dirty to see,
Cave more lines before my eyes and mouth.
I want to see more of your craving words.
I want to touch the words that entangles my spirit.





(C) John chizoba Vincent.