Words
Will not flow.
Inspiration
Can't be found.
The art of writing poetry,
Of controlling words.
It requires a certain skill,
A skill of deep thought.
A skill
Which I have not.
When I have the time
I can write an okay rhyme,
Set a good metre,
Something nice for the reader.
But even these require a muse,
A muse I'm not keen to use.
Nothing makes it better;
Not a prompt,
Not the weather.
I reread this and think,
"Well, this can't be true,
After all,
I'm here writing you!"
Most of the time this is not the case,
Even if I stand
And begin to pace.
The words become a jumbled mess.
A jumbled mess,
Or so much less.
Nothing.
Like staring at a fuzzy TV screen.
Does this even count
As poetry?
These are the inner thinkings of me
As I sit here
And try
To write poetry.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm sure you will see.
I really must go,
I need fucking tea.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry I've had to write for English classes. There's no rhyme or reason to any of this. No specific theme. Just completely random poems. :) I put the school year I wrote them next to the title so one could see how I've *grown* as a poet. (I probab...
