I painted a picture...
I created a world
with a word...
I took a sense from nonsense,
in my heart I wrote it on;
I used intense sense to change tense,
and 'win' turned into 'one'.
I had a different a-gender
when I mentioned having sex;
when pen makes love to paper,
what happens next?
The paper becomes pregnant
and gives birth to poignant words;
the words become hungry
and they're fed with metaphors.

I sketched a beautiful world
with the pencil
of imagination,
and I stenciled
my agitation
at this beautiful world.
I saw a fellow painter
and took a dive
into his fantasy,
I was alive
in the ecstasy
of that wonderful painter.
So I painted a picture,
I created a world
with a word...
And I called it poetry.

Fantastic!

Bro I hail your pen. I call you Baobab of Poetry. More INK sir!
Your works are just indisputable, please let the spirit flow.