"Poets not writing poetry?" -- turns out that poets never have written poetry.  It's all been a big scam.  From The Gateway, 1982.

Morning sends the vampires, wraiths, and ghouls of night back to the mouth of hell.  From The Wave, 1894.

"Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded." —Gertude Stein

"Colors seen by candle-light will not look the same by day." —Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"Never think she loves him wholly, never believe her love is blind, all his faults are locked securely in a closet of her mind." —Sara Teasdale

From West Virginia Wesleyan's 1958 yearbook.

From Sarnia's 1927 yearbook.

"'And the stately ships go on / To their haven under the hill' — / Freighted with joys of banished years / The port of fond memory to fill."  From Salem's 1929 yearbook.

In the second line, we find "corse," the original spelling of "corpse."  The p, eventually added in honor of the Latin corpus, was initally silent.

From Peter Homunculus by Gilbert Cannan, 1909.

From General William Booth Enters Into Heaven, and Other Poems by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay, 1913.

By Nicholas Vachel Lindsay, in Forum, 1914.

"What has he done?  I cannot say.  We'll find out to-morrow, and beat him today."  A century later, this isn't a nonsense rhyme but the way our "justice" system works.  From Nursery Rhymes, illustrated by Claud Lovat Fraser, 1922.

As you suspected, the moon is a holy owl-queen who pours a jar of owls upon wicked mousies.  From General William Booth Enters Into Heaven, and Other Poems by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay, 1913.

From St. Nicholas magazine, December 1917.

Reblog if the Roman numeral at the top of the poem doubles as the answer to the rhetorical question.  From the Elson Primary School Reader, Book One, 1913.

Using our Tic-Tac-Toe Story Generator [instructions and template here], we can translate the game on this student's back into a poem:

A wish for experimental kisses,

unknowable              surprises,

the sun mysterious, shadowing.

(Photo from West Georgia's 1941 yearbook.)

Here's a precursor to Jamiroquai's marvelous lyric, "I steal the moon on silver nights" ("Automaton," 2017).  Not only are silver nights and the moon mentioned in the first stanza, but in the second stanza there's "a little song."  From The Ballad of the Quest by Virginia Sheard, 1922.

This is what we think when critics attempt to mar our workmanship.  "Could it be dissemination of some wicked defamation of our blameless reputation by some imp of hell's creation?"  From the Ole Miss yearbook of 1898.

Reblog if "oh heck" is your boyfriend.  From Queens College's 1955 yearbook.