Secret To The Poem

Prodding my pen against my cheek,

And wrinkling my brows ,hard to think.

What can make my pen flow?

There is no use of keeping an open glossary 

Cause it will only make my poem oddity,

Which will make the fruit rotten ,

The fruit of originality. 

So, if you need the secret to the poem ,

All you have to do ,is to let your heart open .

Where your feelings will act as a quill, 

And your life will make a drive .

We all experience good and bad 

But if you can relate that with people 

Then your poem can make them smile .

Prodding my pen against my cheek 

Alas ! I got my master piece.