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[aid] => mick
[title] => passing time
[time] => 2006-12-23 12:19:51
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[bodytext] => Poetry is rather unknown to me So I'm going to use this 2 line rhyme you see I'm used to writing less playful prose So you'd better buckle up and we'll see where this goes I thought I'd write some poetry this sunny good day As I'm bored of writing stories in their boring bland way And in them it's harder for ideas to express And so often or not I get in a right old mess I apologize now for the inevitable grammatical mistakes I often think myself dyslexic because of the errors I makes I know no poems by rote and are Haikus four, six, four But poetry should be about creativity and not linguistical law Now what ideas in my future poetry should I embrace Freedom and love, maybe not just in case For I feel a pauper when discussing those matters And so my happiness is reduced to such tatters But I'm fine, I'm cool, I'm still here without a care Because this poetry thing gives all such a whimsical air Although I just gave you a glimmer of my demons beneath You should be scared because they have such sharp yellow teeth But now to conclude As I don't want to sully the mood I'll go off and discover something less primitive than 2 line rhyme Because resorting to it, I feel like a fool at this time There must be more complex literary devices To which all intellectuals so seductively entices As anybody can say bat after hat and bug after rug But I don't want to be such a poetic mug I want many a simile and a metaphor And everything else seemingly great galore I want everything I ever write to be explosive dynamite But o look what a delusional dreamer I am Everything I write's going to be equated to spam I right now may as well probably put down my wretched pen And go and lose myself in the modern version of an opium den But that would solve nothing A psychoactive chemical fling I'm sorry, look at me dragging this down So I will leave you now with a brow contorting frown And wish you happiness and a good life Without any ailments and without any strife [comments] => 1 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 61 [informant] => tobs [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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