The World Of Poetry

Yes, the world of poetry
Is enjoyed by you, enjoyed by me

Sadly, though
For most of us, it lacks in glow

I may, truly admire
Poetry, it is my heart's desire

Other's, though
Prefer,a reality show

They would rather, live the drama's of a stranger
Pathetically, true emotion is in danger

The character's, in a reality show
Really, truly, need to grow

Up, the producer does too
Drama's of strangers, should not inspire you

He did this to her, whoopity doo 
Those people have simply notta clue

The true meaning, to heart felt passion
They waste time, flaunting the fashion 

Of the clothe's they wear
I simply do not care

How ythey dress
I must confess

Poetry though
Makes every sunrise glow

With raging emotions, that flow
Adding the diamonds, upon my blanket of snow

With one poem, I connect with a complete stranger
Either, through love, sadness or anger

A poet's vivid imagination
Paint's a elegant creation

In the darkness of my mind
When the light is difficult to find

I read a poem, I emotionally connect
To the words, that fall in a perfect

Rhythmic, rhyme 
Like two, bells that chime

Intertwined, into one amazing beat
Why must poetry, face defeat

When it alone is a potion
Filling our air, with sweet love and pure devotion?

Has our generation grown cold
To poetic gold?

It is a crying shame
That the robotic heart's, completely claim

Any true emotion, felt
After all the beauty, poetry has dealt 

The face of our spinning earth
Pathetically lacks emotional worth

I my poetic friends, am afraid to say
We poets, may face a dying day

Due to a lack of appreciation
From omorrow's heartless nation

With their metal heart's 
Today, true emotion, slowly departs

Leaving, yesterday's beautiful poem's behind
Tomorrow, is slowly growing blind

To any form of emotional elegance, alone
Just, tossing it like a stone

As I listened to the radio this morning
I took it's sounds, as a warning

The music, that has no words
Takes home, the most awards

When back in the day
Poetry, guided each songs rhythmic way

I will not allow, poetry to die
May it spread its delicate wings, and fly

To spread, a light of beauty across the entire planet today
So tomorrow, robotic hearts, cannot take our dream away

We must continue, to paint a picture with true emotions
Create a vision, of how we see the motions

Of the oceans, we swam through today
Must the world of poetry, survive it's dying day

To live forever
I will give up, never

You and me
We must continue, to write poetry