This poem will never have a name because it's trying to be everything poetry is not.
Why is poetry so limited
To numbers, syllables, rhymes
Every one of these
Must be four lines
Why can't I say what I want
Without following the rules
Can I sing a song, write a verse
Without using the tools
Follow the rules
Even in this poem
Meet me, perfectionist
But what rhymes with poem?
I use the alphabet
Or the internet
To find kind of the right word
So don't you fret
You're the reader
I'm the writer
You don't care
As long as I rhyme or
Kind of rhyme a bit
That one wasn't great
This is why I hate poetry
Give me a clean slate
So I can start over
Give you something that means something
But you just don't get it
I struggle when nothing rhymes with something
I'll make purposeful rhymes
Like use the word purple
Now you're trapped, don't expect
My rhymes to be perfect
Even that rhymed
The wrong lines, even still
I'm a poet, I know it
Poetry I want to kill
Be rebellious with me
Don't follow the rules
Make a rhyme, make a song
THAT DOESN'T RHYME AT ALL
It still sounds okay
But don't worry about it
You can use eighty syllables
In just one line
Watch me try to reach words that fit just right, but still make sense and add to eighty syllables in a very run-on sentence; break the rules with me; write something, paint something, build something, sing something, imagine something, create something, be something that doesn't rhyme or follow a pattern and we can be the weird ones they call artists.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My Poetry
PoetrySome poems I have written in years past. Some poems I have written randomly on the spot. Some stuff from my heart put into rhyming rhythm. Enjoy. :) I mostly write songs, not poems. So I'll be updating my song book more often than this one. Trigger...
