Lyrics are not poetry

Poetry is boring me
I think I’ve lost my muse
There aren’t so very many
Words that you can use
To get across a feeling
To touch one deep inside
I used up one just yesterday
Today’s just wants to hide
Some poems are too fluffy
Others gone too quick
Others think they’re funny
And some just take the mick
I think I’ve gotten word blind
Each one looks like the next
With tones of sea and cloud and sky
And flowers oft bedecked
And then there’s the romantic ones
Filled up with words of love
I’m guilty as the next poet
I’ve writ all the above
I need to take a break, methinks
Besides, I’ve things to do
Like writing lyrics for silly songs
Could that be poetry, too?

Bubbling on the Surface

The water nymphs awaken the kraken
Musings of mouzike assault his senses
Sirens sing enchanting lullabies
Draw mariners into the depths

Bubbling on the surface
announces arrival and departure