Poetry is Dead

I hate the way each phrase or rhyme
Has been worn out by popular verse,
Every little thought and spark
Is echoed by a stale grey page.

I can't wander without the cloud
Or the host of daffodils,
I can not be, and not to be
Without the arrows and the slings.

If I choose to burn so bright
Then I must dodge the tiger's claw.
If I ride into the valley of death
Mine is but to do or die.

My love is like a red red rose
That's tired and fading on the page,
My love is like a summers day
That's overcast with over use.

Are there words that have not been
Burned up with all this poetry?
Is there a fresh and novel way
To say the things I want to say?