i just think that it lacks subtlety
to type out words so loose and free
from rhyme, they are but conscious streams
deserve not, the name, poetry
and, in my opinion, it is a sin
to explain a poem, it's adolescence
to spoil the hidden secret within
for the art of lyric is not a whim
my poems are so much better than yours
for they sound like the songs of yore
and if they do contain a lore
it needs no explanation, of course!
now, take this with a grain of salt
for those who tend to be appalled
by the insensitive, one with the gall
to criticize and not applaud
or appreciate the messages
written by one's fellow poets
this act, which mutiny, approaches
unfeeling soul, the heart, atrocious!
i'm actually just kidding around
with ideas of an unknowing crowd
whose opinions are just so... profound
for some reason, it makes them proud
and who might I be speaking to?
what sane person is such a fool?
a younger me, lacking reprove
had the daring to be so rude
i can feel
your scorching gaze on my skin
searching, probing
and then easing
when you find
that my author
was not that stupid
to create
a debacle
for poems are sheets
designed to capture meaning
ad infinitum
happiness
saddness
permeate
culture
etched into
paper
taking no form
fluid
changing
free
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
i just think that it lacks subtlety
to type out words so loose and free
from rhyme, they are but conscious streams
deserve not, the name, poetry
and, in my opinion, it is a sin
to explain a poem, it's adolescence
to spoil the hidden secret within
for the art of lyric is not a whim
my poems are so much better than yours
for they sound like the songs of yore
and if they do contain a lore
it needs no explanation, of course!
now, take this with a grain of salt
for those who tend to be appalled
by the insensitive, one with the gall
to criticize and not applaud
or appreciate the messages
written by one's fellow poets
this act, which mutiny, approaches
unfeeling soul, the heart, atrocious!
i'm actually just kidding around
with ideas of an unknowing crowd
whose opinions are just so... profound
for some reason, it makes them proud
and who might I be speaking to?
what sane person is such a fool?
a younger me, lacking reprove
had the daring to be so rude
i can feel
your scorching gaze on my skin
searching, probing
and then easing
when you find
that my author
was not that stupid
to create
a debacle
for poems are sheets
designed to capture meaning
ad infinitum
happiness
saddness
permeate
culture
etched into
paper
taking no form
fluid
changing
free