Poetry Is A Dying Art Poem by me poet yeps poet

Poetry Is A Dying Art

Rating: 5.0


I find here
now the theory that applies is

I read you now you read me

I have also observed

My name was always in
QUICK REFERRALS
as FIRST

Now PH has also started
IGNORING

Then tell me
why should I participate
in a dried up art daily

O poets knowledgeable
as all are thee
ASKS
PPME

Tuesday, August 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings,friends,poetic expression
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Dillip K Swain 04 August 2020

A thoughtful write that needs thorough introspection....10++++++

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Bharati Nayak 04 August 2020

Poem Hunter has become increasingly difficult to browse favorite poets or to revisit the poems where one has posted a comment.The poems are also not accessible from the page of statistics where poems are arranged in alphabetical order.It becomes difficult to locate exact poem.Moreover comments are not showing immediately as was happening earlier.

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Deluke Muwanigwa 04 August 2020

Dont worry. Poetry will never die. As long as there is love, hate, pain etc poetry will live. But yes people just post and dont critique. Come on people.

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Varsha M 04 August 2020

Often unseen goes unnoticed. A little effort from yours side makes the garden even greener. Just pour your best and see how the real poet's admire your eminent presence. Your pen is drying requesting you to let it flow and be refilled for words are many only muscle movement is missing. You're a good poet. Dice is yours. Waiting for beautiful poetry.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 05 August 2020

.......sad comments are not getting posted here PH DO SOMETHING DEAR OTHERWISE POETS WILL LOSE HEART WE SWEAR

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 05 August 2020

so many emails not posted HERE AS COMMENTS COMPY SYSTEM MUST BE CONFUSED HAHAHLOL PHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 05 August 2020

about nine comments came as emails NONE HERE HIGH PPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH WHATS THE MATTER

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Mahtab Bangalee 04 August 2020

I am mortal everything is mortal soul! Do not know about this but poetry a bared breast of maiden panacea for the new born child of poetry

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Mahtab Bangalee 04 August 2020

Come, come here yeah it's not desert land not isolated- not dried up- drought field you are evergreen poet like the spring leaf blooming buds twitting bard ever warming heart endless runner of the nib ignoring! But no one I find here it's the world sometimes liking compass comes to me sometimes goes to another it's as usual if I think I am alive I have to participate in all have to read, write, think, speak, do something.....

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