where does poetry go when it dies?
in a world where it’s not cool to feel
or even have an independent thought
guess all art gets bought
stripped down and sold for scraps
then addicts like me find some hole
deep down in the web
where we can share our feels
to us it’s gold
to the world it’s accent scriptures
where did all the OG poets go?
those who said they were ride or die
did they pass and go to heaven?
maybe I died and this is poetic hell
a place I get to do what I love
with few to even witness
or give a hardy fuck
maybe it’s just bad
maybe it always has been
and I keep wearing rose color glasses
the artist is a dying species
quality and care is seen as not necessary
when it comes to business
it’s all business
and no room for childish hobbies
these words will fad
as well as all the others
I’d like to think they helped someone
at some time
I hope they will again one day
but as for now
I feel like they do nothing
so I guess I write nothing
for no one
I am reading and I will do my best to get eyes on the creatives. Being a creative person is never easy, but it is a necessity in my eyes.
Art is always subjective but I think losing DUP was a big hit to us poets. But I really hope to see more friendly faces here. I think once people get the hang of things they would see it’s even better.
I try to do my part as well but life is busy these days.
Thanks for the read. Much appreciated.
Well I was hooked from the first line, where does poetry go when it dies? I guess into oblivion to exist but be unseen and unheard. It’s crazy how we have so devalued and under appreciated art in any of its true forms when the world we live in now screams all the things that should make it thrive.
Devalued is pretty much everything now. It’s sad, but maybe one day things will come around. I mean if vinyls can make a comeback, why not?
Thanks for the read. Much appreciated.
Mic Drop! Excellent write, Nick. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks, friend. Glad you enjoyed my poem.
I will never surrender my ink! We’re not dying. We’re simply finding pockets of safety in a world gone mad. If I could put this on my reading list, I would…twice. Damn…
A very mad world these days. Which honestly with as many opinions people have you think they would want to write poetry instead of tweets.
Thanks for the read, friend. Much appreciated.