Brad Lunsford

Mrs. McGrath

Period 4

11/29/10

Poetry, why?

Poetry is, to understand,

For some, exciting,
For others, bland,
In the end a piece of writing,
Can make you cry,
Can send you awry,

It can touch your heart,

Then rip it apart,
It can influence your mind,
Can help you unwind,

While those who find it boring,

Drift off to sleep,
Prose sends our minds soaring,
While they’re counting sheep,

People enjoy it so,

They try to rewrite it,
To recapture it’s feeling,
They attempt to describe it,
But find themselves lacking,
Left, with nothing to show

For words are not poetry,

Rhyme is not art,
A leaf is not a tree,
All are merely a part,

Poetry is art by function,

Inherent in our humanity,
To create, to cause inspiration,
To prove our sanity.