Poetry isn’t dead yet

Poetry is almost on the exit tense We forgotten how poetry should make one feel or brush the emotions to sleep or facing  our fears by using words only The words we use now are mostly misused or misunderstood The line between the coverage of words it’s as bombastic sarcastically The humour in all hammers the gang of verbs and pronounce on the quarter base of rhymes The theme parades the scavenger hunt it hints only once for the words of a poet to touch down directly Words shouldn’t be hidden in codes they should be explicit exact as naked Poetry shouldn’t be baked by learners still growling the grounds of grammer while penetrating the industry for light and likes Pledge for true poetic justice as it only justifies the art beneath the words and all It’s the creation of luring mood in words The action of pace it takes it’s not meant for it to be locked out and just be used for an image of database The damage that words can invade it petrifies the lost of touch of poetry There is no wish of death upon poetry Can it be recognised to organise the difference between fake and fade There is so little time in this planet to shame the grace of poetry As there is million ways in distinctively identify the group of words that can start or end a life Embrace the discovery of poetry not only as to recite but to write in the pages of diary entry in inflicting the pain that writers share with confidence including anonymously It shouldn’t be a long lost in the mist of big words in trying to define poetry But just a simple line or paragraph to entail the entity of grasp of mid air words that paints poetry