Dead Poem Society

by Jonathan Jewell   Jun 16, 2019


One day I found a poem,
It was sleeping in its bed
I tried my best to wake it up,
But it turned out it was dead.

I stopped a while think on it,
And thoughts, they wouldn't go:
Do poems think about their lives,
And how the hell I'd tell?

I wondered where do poems go,
When they have passed away
Seems they don't go anywhere;
It seems they're here to stay.

It didn't take me long from there,
To join up all these thoughts.
The poem hadn't died, of course,
It lives on like a force.

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  • 4 years ago

    by (Olwin ) Lee Mcdonald

    Wonderful! :)
    Love this poen about poetry ( which is NEVER dead, as you've said!) :D

    Love the rhyming in your poem and flow.
    Brilliant

  • 4 years ago

    by Imperfection

    Simple but unique love it