A couple of years back, my English teacher told us to write a personal essay defining poetry for us. This was my smart-ass answer.

Poetry, say some, is words of music

With rythmn and rhyme

Structure and time

They flow through you mind with tones in their wake


Poetry, say some, makes you feel

Moods and thoughts

That you never sought

Evokes the fear and joy of times long gone


Poetry, say some, helps you see

Pictures and sights

Of darkness and light

Lands unseen erupt in halls of your mind


Poetry, I think, can be what you want

Freeverse and sprawling

Obeying a calling

A concept or story

Language’s glory



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