Poetry Has Died

March 3, 2008
Poetry has died.
The doctors shrugged and said, “we tried.”
It died, alone, in a white-washed room
And was taken quietly to a cobwebbed tomb.
It died when people stopped rhyming
And lost all sense of meter and timing.
It died alongside dirty limericks and haiku.
All the clichés had been too much for them, too.
It died with Romeo and Juliet IX,
The destruction of classics, line by line,
When suicide poems became par for the course,
When the world was sucked dry of all its remorse.
The surgeons could do nothing—they watched in despair
As dear old poetry breathed his last breath of air.
They took him away on a cold metal cart.
There goes, my friends, a once-beautiful art.

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Twit5226 said...
Oct. 12, 2011 at 1:37 pm

I Enjoyed this piece very much, because its honest. its truth. Everything about Poetry is just. dead. but there are still people that care for it. Good Work! :)

P.S: If ya got some time, check out some of my work.. tell me what ya think.

Jul. 3, 2011 at 3:36 pm
Reminiscing your words brought back thoughts poetry the entire world once thought was for the wise has now been dumped for hiphop and pop. Little did they know it was all formed from this words.POETRY. Beautiful piece this definitely should make the mag.Keep it up
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