Is this what you are asking?
What poetry means to me;
It means to fly above in clouds of thoughts
And in my dreams, set me free.

Poems are an imaginary bundle:
Of aspirations, of dreams, of life;
Practicality, void in it they say
But still carry on with their strife.

A poet is a companion of joy
And partner of sorrow, veiled;
They say he will collapse with his dreams
But then his dreams are his only shield.

Broken! One day, the poetry of life
The poet, wandering amidst his lonely verse;
Found betwixt his heap of emotions
A word that could sanctify the evil curse.
 

~Azhar~