Poetry Is Dead Poem by DM W
Poetry Is Dead
The wild spirit of poetry is tamed,
By customary, hackneyed, mundane prose.
Creative forces bow to the functional.
It's not about art, but slick portfolios.
It's getting worse in this world of today:
Where love has been replaced by cold fears.
The vultures of constant surveillance are
Undermining our rights and our freedoms.
There is no light here. There is no key.
It is only the darkness that prevails.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/15/2025 3:41:18 AM # 1.0.0
Interesting observation. From the strict definition of poetry, this is both prose and poetry, no form, no rhyme, no meter. Free verse is prose rearranged to make it appear like a poem -perhaps we can say a blend of both. But never gauge it as " without light" or " no key" .
Thanks Cynthia...actually it's written in blank verse...non rhymed iambic pentameter.. You might like to read some of my rhymed poems. There is a lot of them on this site.