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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
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Ashleigh Ngoqo
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