POETRY IS...

What is poetry, to you?
Poetry Is is an ongoing project to gather definitions and perceptions of poetry from around the dA community.
Comments noted to us are posted in a communal deviation, and notes are deleted after the comment is posted.
All contributions are posted anonymously.

If you'd like to participate, write a short paragraph or two (no giant rants please) about what poetry is, or does, or means to you, or on the state of poetry today, or on how poetry makes you feel, or why you don't like poetry-- whatever it is you want to say, and
send it in a note to *underlit.
Please Note : Totally daft comments should be made in the comments box below the main deviation, as they won't find their way into this project. All the same, we might get a giggle out of them.
Devious Comments
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Hiss, shout, kick my teeth in, so what? I shall still tell you that you are half-wits. In three months my friends and I will be selling you our pictures for a few francs
- Manifeste cannibale dada
[link] makes Chuck Norris cry.
poetry is lips on a clucker
legs on an earthworm
and clogs on the eel
As seasons to forest floor
Poetry is Poetry,
As nuclear devastation is to alliance.
Poetry is Poetry,
As starvation is to garbage-disposal.
Poetry is Poetry,
As everything is to vacuum.
Poetry is ambigious,
Poetry is Poetry.
In such a way, to be eloquently put,
That allows the reader to feel their feelings.
Whether that be the same or oppisite.
Poetry is a way those of this world can express
Themselves.
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"If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;"-Kipling
[link] Aragorn is Mine! ha ha Bishie Stalker club rocks!
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#underlit: not just a chatroom.
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#underlit: not just a chatroom.
Poetry rises as a cake,
Poetry knows what we cannot see:
The words open doors as a key.
Poetry does not have to rhyme,
Though I do like it:
From time to time.
Poetry is my life,
Until the robed man and his scythe.
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If found please return to the nearest cosplay.
Click~ [link]
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Dans la candeur de l'aube naissante, tu t'avances,
Longeant la forêt de l'oubli;
Sous tes pas timides mais nerveux l'herbe dance,
Au gré sévère d'un vent maudit.
covetous: [link]
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"If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;"-Kipling
[link] Aragorn is Mine! ha ha Bishie Stalker club rocks!
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