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.