Harum - Scarum

What is love?
Is it being free as a dove?
Is it never having to be sorry,
For my mistakes in our story?

Is it tradition followed by millions,
Done by portions.

Is it so lasting as they say?
Till the last gloomy day

For what I think
It is caring.

Note: Love.......

Quibble

Is it fine today?
Another day needless to say
Is it getting redundant
Or am I too hesistant

Why is there a lag?
Is it because of this bag?

So now I think I'll drop on the parquet
Then see if they call me a poet

Now I burst in laughter
For I feel greater
As i get caught in the muck
It feels like being hit by a truck

So welcome to my life
The first day of the rest of my life

Note: I spent so much time on this rather then the others. I'd have to say I'm satisfied with this one. By the way I also love how i changed the tone of this poem in the fourth stanza.

Shinning Knowledge

I read to understand what I see
To bring the world closer to me
In the darkest corners of the night
We all are in need of some light

The light i speak of is knowledge
Found not just by passing college
But also through our joy and sadness
The lessons we learn are priceless

Yes as much of what we need in the dark
Can be found by a book from a bark
Music with lyrics still we read
Through time change does the seed

Words to draw with

Hello my friend
I need a hand
To draw the universe
With a verse

Pure before and now rotten
Like the old fields of cotton
But with a mind to beat
I close my ears killing the heat

I do not care what you say
The music will make my day

Note: Figure out what it means .