Whos To Say?

by Ian Robert   Dec 9, 2004


What is poetry,
A story, A fantasy,
Should everything rhyme,
Within this line,
Swallow your altar wine,
Ripped flesh from a grape vine.

What if it wasn't meant to rhyme,
If this is a story slowly being told,
Expression of exemption,
Deprived from deceiving,
Hated for knowing,
Loved for lieing.

What is poetry,
A story, A fantasy,
Explaining, in strings of words,
Held together by the knowledge inside.

Life has never treated us well,
We wrote about it,
Maybe one day someone will read,
My story, My fantasy,
About a lifetime full of hatred and lies.

Ian Robert Potapoff
Written While Listening to Jack Black - School of Rock

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  • 19 years ago

    by Taylor

    Great poem bout poetry so true! I love it! truly amazing! keep it up!

    Love, Taylor

  • 19 years ago

    by vanessarrr

    almost like an ode to poets everywhere... i enjoyed reading it a lot. i particularly liked the part where you question the necessity to rhyme. keep writing. take care:)

  • 19 years ago

    by pinkalias

    I just have to bring attention to these lines,

    "Swallow your altar wine,
    Ripped fresh from a grape vine."

    i absolutly love that symbolism and how you used it. The comparison of flesh ripped from a grape vine was a powerful and exotic image, I really admired those lines.
    I also respect that you wrote a piece about poetry and what a powerful and emotional tool it can be. Good job

  • 19 years ago

    by Nookie

    i love how the first part rhymes, as if to signify that poetry needs to, then later breaks out of the rhyme and almost goes against rhyming.

    you definetly got a 5 from me.

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