Poems need not be sad Or angry or mad With endless lines that go on and on and on and on and on about broken homes an broken hearts And false starts That painfully chart The awkward writer From darker to brighter...
No, instead they can start With a poetry **** Pure expression, release Once out they bring peace Just put words on a page Don’t think, just engage They don’t have to be long And they don’t even have to be rhythmically strong Short or ugly or loud, Will do just fine, that’s allowed As long as you write With all of your might Let go Of the words Let them flow!
Get rid of what’s stuck In a head full of muck Let them out and they’ll bake You a metaphorical cake That does what you need it to do Even if it’s not good enough for a national poetry competition because the scansion’s all wrong
Why do my poems always end up longer than I want them?