Poetry and I don’t get along
Its rhythm is too hypnotic and sweet
My melody and my song to brash and too wrong
It’s richness in tone confusingly replete
Poetry SPEAKS a quantity too much
I do too little and talk a bunch
It’s a universal language, knowing English, Korean, and Dutch
I yell in a frustrated language on a language crutch
Poetry is too nondescript to identify
Too complex as to create speculation
Too ambiguous as to not clarify
Never sends one to their exact destination
Poetry and I don’t get along
I am irked with its certain eloquence
It’s a drum that needs to be bong
Whereas, I am too simple to do intense
YOU ARE READING
And Me...
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems that I've written and the others that I plan to write. I'm not claiming to be some epic poet, but I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for reading (if you read) and thanks for commenting (if you speak). Your choice :)
