---------------------------------------------------------------------------
This poem was written out of frustration after reading, and the fact that I hate modern poetry (you'll soon find out why). And, well, most modern writing in general. It's very cynical. If you're offended I'd love to hear about it. This may only temporarily be on here as I wanna get my friends to review it before I submit it to a magazine.
So without further ado, here's:
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
THE FORMULA FOR WRITING MODERN POETRY
A fragment sentence.
Offer a slight and vague explanation,
as to whether it was relevant.
It might have been.
Deliberately make it confusing, say
"the reader can choose how to interpret it."
Another fragment.
This is practically the same paragraph.
The words are different, but it's evident:
If there's any meaning to this,
it's really nothing new.
How very poignant.
Now, though, it's time to get creative.
The reader is supposed to be hooked by now,
so it's time to pull out splendiferously long adverbs
as sensuous and bespectificating as the sun-dappled moon.
See what I did there?
If it's a simile, it doesn't actually have to make sense.
Invent wordphrases.
Create images so poignant, nobody realizes:
you used 'poignant' like two paragrastanzas afore.
Keep adding to the paragraph, because it needs to match the others.
Craftsmith linements that abrubstop in
odd places to "create emphasis."
Ramp up the suspensification.
Are rhetorical questions a good way to do that?
Does this poem actually have a meaning or
is it just an arrangement of words in an attempt to be... poignant?
Is a rhetorical question really a rhetorical question
if the reader can answer it will a simple yes or no?
Suddenly, compare something to something else.
Flowers. Whatever.
The entire poem makes sense! Right?
Well, the poem's ending, so it doesn't really matter.
You got the reader this far down the page, they can't stop now.
Repeat something for emphasis.
A fragment sentence.
