Red Poppy
There is nothing that happens that lives wrong you move like a soldier and march right on straight into the battle of life this one you live after but never survive, goodness is all around you the soldier remembers flying a kite so young he high on emotions like a memory in time you cannot go back the soldier marches forwards on the black sky living in a hole is seeing life in a different perspective his only comfort are the stars and company of deranged men expecting to die more with hiding their tears deep inside finding that the only thing that wakes them up in the morning is no longer a rooster but instead the sound of a sniper or machine gun fire. The darkness surrounded the man he felt just about confident to fall asleep as he slept he saw a thousand million poppies all running red with blood exposing underneath a look of soldiers beginning to walk away and cross into spiritual they wandered into the deep ethereal.

Blues
The blues harmonica player stood still watching like a statue ready to blow out his licks he'd been practising all week like a city slicker he's slick he felt the groove the grind the motion of the blues even when sleeping he's thinking of something new the Harmonica player tunes crept in like a emotion like a cat looking for food all the Blues Harmonica player could do is play the him the Blues. Standing in front of a crowd for the first time he's not afraid of fifty five thousand people tears began to run down his face the beauty of the blues cried out of his Harmonica he began to play he could see it on his being his lungs his energy for the first time in his life he's successful now it's not about the money for him but only the crowd all he want's to do is prescribe them the blues and let their soulful tune out.


Blues is a sensation of life mood the vibes the senses of it all, understand the feelings you saw like a tree opening up to reveal it's nature blues is not depression it's a saviour releasing your soul shows your pain people vibe when they are like that the blues jumps inside they have it in themselves turns to comfort uncomfortable becomes feeling good behind a patient face is a face of lost time and the motivation to strike out your feelings on a Harmonica.

Feeling Blue
Feeling blue is something that's true honesty, love, living is too much for anyone you your life is of it, your life is feeling bad but it's understood how life is good that's that. Learning from pain is something that you knew learning from pain is true, if there's more to this than meets the eye life meets every part of you all the time you will survive. Living on you derive from all the feelings that did persist it stops you get stronger the pain is not there the existence of the feelings gone there is no compare. With all time this is what you will really receive today you found life true it can no longer harm you anymore this problem is no longer you. The pain is something I never knew turn out to be at an end, I did all I could do to batter away a friend.

The valley was alive with people drinking magical beers and spirits drunk and high the crow does fly in the air his flight met by an arrow hit and he did die. Looking somewhere else In class 35 or more people at a party on the sly drawing lines on tables perfecting their concoctions of powder spiritually higher, the poets all sit in school for very poems to be shown to them try don't even have to try to open their hearts or even their eyes for them it is just a competitive sport to play. For others watching the quiet pool of filled lilies is enough for any answer for any poetical disaster they understand that their thoughts are created in a mindset helping with every letter you write.

Others just love words imagination inspires loved most by heaven her highness a dictionary is all it takes for the quiet one to relate to life vocabulary they do not try but learn one word at a time the reason is their imagination is decorated with picture perfect understand of what the words are bliss instilled into your mind for every word has a different vibe.

Some people spend all their time humming to a tune and then understanding poetically they becoming strong they hear their tunes the more words they fit into an imaginative place
I don't believe in the school of poetry the most apart from someone who lives their life like a ghost upstairs in their bed reading words beginning their journey of reclining into almost a trance forming their mind there is always a place for this peaceful bliss the questions I cannot decide upon way which is better I hope to give you ideas to form poetry whilst having fun.

I cannot Confess which way of learning is better but I would imagine you will mainly pick one which you find your blissful imagery way of create word treasure From the day we are born we are poets in learning life throws images some a much more concerning if you pay attention to life you will be a poet at the age of past nine. Poetry is better with a rested mind.