po·e·sy
Pronunciation: 'pO-&-zE, -sE
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural po·e·sies
Etymology: Middle English poesie, from Middle French, from Latin poesis, from Greek poiEsis, literally, creation, from poiein
1 a : a poem or body of poems b : poetry c : artificial or sentimentalized poetic writing
2 : poetic inspiration

Po"e*sy (?), n. [F. poésie (cf. It. poesia), L. poesis, from Gr. . from to make. Cf. Posy.]
1. The art or skill of composing poems; as, the heavenly gift of poesy.
2. Poetry; metrical composition.
"Music and poesy used to quicken you."
3. A short conceit engraved on a ring or other thing.

poesy
SYLLABICATION: po·e·sy
PRONUNCIATION: p-z, -s
NOUN: Inflected forms: pl. po·e·sies
1. Poetical works; poetry. 2. The art or practice of composing poems. 3. The inspiration involved in composing poetry.
ETYMOLOGY: Middle English poesie, from Old French, from Latin posis, from Greek poisis, from poiein, to create. See kwei-2 in Appendix I.









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WHEN THE SILENCE FILLS THE ROOM




in the deep darkest night
of my soul there's a fight
of the light and the dark
of the wrong and the right.

it's a war, it's a noise
it's cattle off the road
it's a cacofonic rattle
it's a battle of my soul

it's a concert with no score
there's no floor, but many walls
where's the exit, where's the door
what the truth is waiting for?

am i bad, or am i good
am i shadow, am i sun
am i one, or am i two?
am i many? am i you!?

but however, in the ocean
of the time there is an island
when the silence fills the room
and then i'm certain, then i'm sure:

i am neither bad nor good
i was only lost in woods
i am many, i am you
i am i. this is truth.





in the deep darkest night
of my soul there's a fight
of the light and the dark
of the wrong and the right.

it's a war, it's a noise
it's cattle off the road
it's a cacofonic rattle
it's a battle of my soul

it's a concert with no score
there's no floor, but many walls
where's the exit, where's the door
what the truth is waiting for?

am i bad, or am i good
am i shadow, am i sun
am i one, or am i two?
am i many? am i you!?

but however, in the ocean
of the time there is an island
when the silence fills the room
and then i'm certain, then i'm sure:

i am neither bad nor good
i was only lost in woods
i am many, i am you
i am i. this is truth.





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