Alright, this is an example of "Imagery" Poetry, which is supposed to creative images in your head... if anbody can seriously DEFINE imagery poetry and help me with this, it's finally something that I'm writing for school, and it's much appreciated. It' snot really formatted yet, but I need words and such, if somebody could grammatically help me that would be nice, the entire poem, and then I'd give them 100 points... but I need this critiqued good in a week, and I'll continusoulsy fix it at school.



Basically the poem is how words and phrases are becoming so cliche, it's practicully dead.



And Words Vanished

Elizabeth Mathers

May 1, 2006





Poets are dead... 



Words get lost in mazes of 

purple-orange sunsets at the beach 

and the sandy sea shelled tides 

wash away the footprints of the phrases 



And the chorus of angels whisper no more 

their voices stolen, silence golden 

Feathers become thin and dry; flightless 

as one syllable words take over the lands 



Whispering hills gather around the grass 

as it is woven by the midnight fireflies 

the moon is risen high about the silky clouds 

As the stars die down as sentences become undone 



There's an eternity to sit in a sobbing cave, listening 

as the echoes steal the words that I made 

and who can stand this silence any longer? 

To bellow to the openness and have it return is a sin 

and then the words just vanish 

into the wry world