Name Of Art Poem by William Kofoed

Once I thought

A poet I was

‘Cause I wrote

Words so nice

Flowing lines

Easy and clear

Images that

You could almost see

Paint with words

A worldso dear

Then I learned

To my horror

This is not

What poems should be

They need words

You've never seen

Linked together

Without a care

Blank lines







For no reason



Formatting

That makes no sense

If you can them

Understand

The poet failed

It will never work

Now I know why

Poetry is dead

Poets killed it

In the name of art