The World Does Not Need Poetry
For everyone who doesn't believe in poetry, and that the world doesn't need poets.
You say "we don't need poets".
That poetry is the whining a poet does in stanzas & rhyme,
That reading & reciting poetry is a waste of time,
That's fine - thankfully for you we poets are kind,
Even though with us all sorts of faults you find.
"They're just a bunch of emotional people" you claim,
"Look closely & you'll realize their problems are all the same",
Always the same script with different character names,
You think writing poetry is a toddler's game.
"Look at these attention seeking people writing about their problems,
Milking the fact that they've hit rock bottom,
Then regurgitating them expecting people to snap & say 'YOU WERE AWESOME',
Just so that they can feel like they have blossomed."
"The world does not need poetry! It's all a bunch of crap!
Poetry is garbage & poets are saps.
Just words to fill a void or a gap,
In the heart of a songstress or some poor lonely chap."
Ah but my friend you could not be more wrong,
Poetry is everything, it is life's song,
Expressing the things people could not say for so long,
And telling eccentric people that somewhere they do belong.
Without poetry the guy would almost never get the girl,
No words to make her heart sing as the single people hurl,
There won't be fifty ways to describe the perfection in her curls,
Or to document the events as they unfurl.
There will be nowhere for us to bleed out our souls,
Instead of onto paper we'll retreat into black holes,
We'll never be able to celebrate achieving our goals,
And hide behind cake & cigarette rolls.
So my friend say again how the world does not need written taboo,
How we poets go in circles not knowing what we do,
Go ahead & say poetry is over & it is time for something new,
When you come to your senses, Poetry will be here for you.
You say "we don't need poets".
That poetry is the whining a poet does in stanzas & rhyme,
That reading & reciting poetry is a waste of time,
That's fine - thankfully for you we poets are kind,
Even though with us all sorts of faults you find.
"They're just a bunch of emotional people" you claim,
"Look closely & you'll realize their problems are all the same",
Always the same script with different character names,
You think writing poetry is a toddler's game.
"Look at these attention seeking people writing about their problems,
Milking the fact that they've hit rock bottom,
Then regurgitating them expecting people to snap & say 'YOU WERE AWESOME',
Just so that they can feel like they have blossomed."
"The world does not need poetry! It's all a bunch of crap!
Poetry is garbage & poets are saps.
Just words to fill a void or a gap,
In the heart of a songstress or some poor lonely chap."
Ah but my friend you could not be more wrong,
Poetry is everything, it is life's song,
Expressing the things people could not say for so long,
And telling eccentric people that somewhere they do belong.
Without poetry the guy would almost never get the girl,
No words to make her heart sing as the single people hurl,
There won't be fifty ways to describe the perfection in her curls,
Or to document the events as they unfurl.
There will be nowhere for us to bleed out our souls,
Instead of onto paper we'll retreat into black holes,
We'll never be able to celebrate achieving our goals,
And hide behind cake & cigarette rolls.
So my friend say again how the world does not need written taboo,
How we poets go in circles not knowing what we do,
Go ahead & say poetry is over & it is time for something new,
When you come to your senses, Poetry will be here for you.
- SB
10.18pm, 14th November 2015
Artisan HQ
SB is a conflicted soul of sorts, who is mad enough to go chase after what she really loves as opposed to conform to society and her mother's idea of a successful person. She prays she makes it in life, because she will not be able to tolerate the nagging that would follow if she doesn't. Her inspiration comes from everything around her, as well as made up situations in her head. Good luck distinguishing between the two.
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