What would it be like if their were no poets or poems?

Question

What would happen

If there were no poems?

No proof of love.

No one to write about euphoric bliss,

Or an ecstatic kiss.

If there were no words to describe the rain,

Or a lover's pain, at saying goodbye forever.

No one to document a rose's bloom,

An empty room of prose.

What would a lover write to his love?

What serenade could ever be?

I dare say, that none would sigh or cry.

I say that love would die,

From blandness.

Answer 1

It would be like a man trying to eat a steak with out any teeth.

Answer 2

Yep. It would be just like that.....very empty.

Answer 3

If there were no poets

where would you be?

If there were no poets

would I be me?

Perish the thought!

Answer 4

Beauty, emotion, deep thought, whimsy, observation, would  be absent.   It certainly would be a bland world.

Answer 5

A reflective mood this morning are we?  Blandality is a disease like a room of tan.  A nice pen.

Answer 6

the world would be more gray

but nobody will notice it

because with poets gone

the painters and the sculptors

soon will follow

and dreary drudgery will take its toll

and people live as zombies.

Answer 7

pluralize bliss and kiss and it'll flow better.

but otherwise i loved it.

Answer 8

Bread without butter

Music without rhythm

Answer 9

Words will find a fresh way through

A lover will warble of undying love

Whilst strumming his guitar

To the maiden above

"Romeo, Romeo

Wherefore art thou, Romeo?

Booboo-de-boop"

Sung with gusto,

Lush violins.....

And a backing group.

I like your clever use of end rhyme, near rhyme and internal rhyme...it has a very natural feel.  Some folk wouldn't miss poetry.....I know those who think writing poetry is weird and one step away from a padded cell.

Edit - N'P - how the heck would you pluralise 'bliss'?

Answer 10

Then instead of telling you that you are a bad poet, they'd tell you that you're a bad essayist.  Oh, and don't forget, essays do not have to rhyme.

Answer 11

Your poem so true, perish the thought,

These words such pain have brought.

Hopefully with all the love and creative ones,

Their talent and rhymes will continue, my son.

Loved you poem, and I really do hope poetry and rhyme continue forever, but with so many talented people in the world, it is my hope it will continue. No offense intended with the "my son". Just making a rhyme. Thanks for sharing your fine poetry.