Name of Art
A poet I was
‘Cause I wrote
Words so nice
Flowing lines
Easy and clear
Images that
You could almost see
Paint with words
A world so dear
Then I learned
To my horror
This is not
What poems should be
They need words
You've never seen
Linked together
Without a care
Blank lines
For no reason
Formatting
That makes no sense
If you can them
Understand
The poet failed
It will never work
Now I know why
Poetry is dead
Poets killed it
In the name of art
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
