Ideas flowing from my head Seams sowing from my fingers Things floating from my bed Wings soaking from being misled Doubts creeping like stingers Shouts screaming loud from the depths Waves reaching the shorelines, perhaps Caves teaching about borderlines and mishaps Is this Possibly Poetry? There's quite a bit of symmetry. Just sputtering and almost stuttering; Centered Peaces ideas are showing Businesses like IKEA growing I truly don't know where this poem is going.. This is outside my comforter zone Have I roamed to far from home? I see metaphors, and similes But it's has no evidence of onomatopeia. I wonder why or where that is? OR it is not, so, should I create Possibly some alliteration Just may be the obliteration Well, it's definitely no Haiku, Sonnet or an Ode Yet, it could represent Limerick, Freeverse or Acrostic Just to name a few, perhaps Ballad, would do Nor is it Cinquain, too short For this poem, and its spurts Quietly and loudly at the same time Much of these thoughts being blurted from my mind Maybe, a good hiss, or a whispered meow Just know, I couldn't help myself Just to painfully remind someone else Of a couplet, just to be pretty To bring this long, drawn out Reasoning, without proper seasoning Just a bit of this and a dab of ginger root Hopefully, no longer, will you wonder As, I have made your mind to wander You will be thanked for taking this verbal ride Understand that it can no longer hide As much as I fought, mine own thoughts I must completely and utterly agree That, Yes, this is definitely, Possibly Poetry!!

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