Who said poetry is dead, and if so, how do you know
If all poets and poetesses are buried six feet below
We should rise to their surprise
To show that we will never go
They talk about the darkness as if it’s a second soul
They talk about Romance as if it cannot be let go
They talk about anger gripping them so deep, You Feel It In your sole
They talk about erotic scenes that your eyes cannot let go
Poetry is not dead
Don’t let that petty talk go straight to your head
Come with me and let’s play
Just maybe you’ll want to stay
You are so sweet and so tender
I just wonder if you
Or you can come and render
The poet or poetess out
From your darkness
Love the challenge in this. Nicely written, fun to read.
Thank you, Will. It was fun to write.;))
Cleverly penned, Fia. Amazing writing my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian ☺️
hello beautiful Fia no poetry is not dead it lives inside us beautiful 💕
I agree with you, Crimsin 💞
So long as poet souls live, poetry will never die. How else would there be song?
I agree. We have wonderful songs created by poets. thank you, Willow,;)
Everything lives, dies and at times becomes resurrected. Great piece Fia.
Thank you, Keith;))