What is Poetry?

The following is a poem written as a collaborative effort in my Advanced Composition class in college. Grace Spradlin, Sarah Clark, and I were assigned to the same group and asked to write a poem about poetry that included as many figures of speech as possible. Hope you enjoy it! Although maybe I should just say as a disclaimer... We were trying to be melodramatic, make the others laugh, and also be as creative as possible... So maybe you should take this with a grain of salt. : )


What is Poetry?

Poetry is like a river -
It flows from the soul.
Poetry laughs, it cries,
And occasionally, it dies.
Poetry is the sky -
Open and free.
Poetry is wordless language,
Painfully beautiful, aesthetically morbid.
Poetry is meaningfully meaningless.
It is nice.
Poetry drips from the pen
And splashes across the page.
Poetry is like duct tape -
It holds the world together.
Poetry is like the fragrance
Of a rose garden after the rain.
Poetry owes itself
Only to the morose.
Poetry is the most perfectly
Pleasant pastime.
Flow river! Flow from the soul!