This is not a poem.
Free Verse,
which is prose,
is what this is.
This has no rhyme.
This has no meter.
How could this be
Poetry?
It's not.
And if you think it is,
Prove it.
I don't believe you.
This is but
Broken Fragments
Strung along a page,
ink on paper,
hardly even there.
This is not a poem.
Poems ebb
and flow like water
from the mountains to the sea.
This halts,
stopping and starting,
like a butterfly among flowers.
But, of course,
it's not like that,
because that would be poetic.
This isn't.
This is not a poem.
Poetry rhymes
and sounds complete
because it is.
But this
sounds broken
incomplete
like a puzzle with half the pieces missing
but, of course,
it's not like that,
because that would be poetic.
This isn't.
This is not a poem.
Poetry has stanzas,
meter, clear devisions
things to make it
make sense.
All this has
is broken thoughts
inconsistency
like a great cloud blown by the wind.
But, of course,
it's not like that,
because that would be poetic.
This isn't.
This is not a poem.
Don't tell me that it is.
I don't believe you.
4 comments:
amanda, i must say that poem is indeed great. and yes, it's a poem
it is complete, and in fact could be separated into stanza's if you wanted
etc etc etc
the end
I agree with Abby. It's a very good poem.
Of course, between every line I could just hear you saying "Bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter"...
GOod job.
Yay for your not-poem. It's awesome.
I agree with everyone, good poem, or non-poem, whatever, it's good anyway. Great job!
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