Poetry is the language of the soul; though yes the eyes may be the windows and a picture paints a thousand words, it is within poetry and the expressions of it that for a brief moment in time we re-aquaint ourselves with... ourselves.
Here is a collection of various poems of mine.
Some admitantly are absolutely horid and others, I find myself possibly sometime in the far flung future, liking. *laughs* So, for good or ill, enjoy.
Take care and be well