Introduction

Each poet has his own personalized definition of poetry. For me, poetry is any written account of strikingly honest emotion. And, more often than not, poems are for nothing. There is no reason for them other than to be expressed- which is the beauty of poetry, and all else that exists for no reason at all. Take the galaxy, or life on this planet: there is no purpose for such existences. They are merely there. But just because they have no purpose does not mean that they do not serve a purpose. The galaxy is a wonder to the world; its infinite vastness instills fear, awe, and comfort all at once. Life brings hope, possibility, and appreciation. Poetry saves lives.
Not only does poetry help people through tragedy and heartbreak, it also helps people appreciate the beauty in simplicity and in life. It helps people better understand themselves and others. Through poetry, people can explain every thought and their feelings about those thoughts. Others who then read that poetry may discover new truths about humanity or the world. Good poetry, according to Descartes in Discourse On The Method, contains the seeds of good thought, which in turn reveals certain things about existence.
Since poetry is an expression of the experience of life, everything in the world relates to poetry. Everything that we know, we can turn into poetry. Thus, science is poetic; chemistry, biology, and the natural world are all artforms. Further, every aspect of science is essentially magic. Think about it: we know chemistry, and that chemical reactions occur and how to enforce them, and many of the elements, but where our knowledge ends, magic begins. We know our biology, and how it all works, but what is it that gives us this conscious animation, or our souls? It is the inexplicable science: magic. Magic exists in humanity as soul, as creativity, as imagination. The jolt of emotion one feels when reading or composing a poem: that is magic.