All Poetry Is Sad

All Poetry Is Sad,
We all cry out for lost love, our hearts broken and shattered and will never mend.

All Poetry is Angry,
We scream out our objections to the unfair world, why why, why is this or that?

All Poetry is Happy,
We all delight in love's first nip, words dancing about playfully, our hearts swollen,swooning.

All Poetry is Planned,
We plan our words so carefully, dotting T's and Crossing I's until we forget the capriciousness of our minds.

All Poetry is Whimsical,
We throw random words together, rhyming or not, any order that seems fit at the time, any idea that pops in our heads.

All Poetry is Loss,
We lost our keys, our hearts, our love, we lose our head our minds our innocence.

All Poetry is Natural,
We spout the beauty and serenity of nature, babbling brooks and roaring pandas.

All Poetry is Mechanical:
We rhyme in time, Order words, writing our ballads and limericks using time tested methods.

All Poetry is Ugly,
We pen our unrestricted thoughts and base emotions down, regardless of how anyone might feel.

And yet, We are all Poetry. Chaotic, Ordered, Unhappy or Joyous, Natural and Base..

In all its weakness, for all its pitfalls though,
All Poetry is Beautiful.