Poem -
The death of poetry
Like 0 Pin it 1What's the point of poetry
Would you put me in the ground
Within a wooden casket
Thy Kingdom come
They will be done
As in heavenÂ
Inscribed into the good book
Thy poetry with which you took
And died forÂ
ÂWhat's the point of poetry
As you stumble across the theatre floor
Dripping blood from door to door
Thy Kingdom come
In heaven and hell
Unto deathÂ
Reacheth me
With an outstretched armÂ
Beckoning MercyÂSilence has come for a moment
This too shall passThe death of poetryÂ
ByÂ
Jai MastersÂÂ
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Comments
Wow.....angel, this is powerful....The death of poetry....OMG.. what would we do with all that mixed up emotional turmoil.....lol suffice to say, poetry is what keeps me alive.....I Thank God for the writing he gives me and so many others..... a lifeline we get to explore....Â
God bless, Keep smiling :)Â
Giggles the Poet
Beautifully said Brenda,
Thank you.
Kind rgs Jai :)
I believe you live on in every word ever spoken
And venture throughout world's on written pages
In death our bodies cease though a soul outlived
The ages, nice write Jai
Much love nardine xox
My respect to you Nardine,
For reviving poetry with your spirit.
Kind rgs
Jai :)