For as long as I remember, I've made poems to rhyme They were a restriction, as well as a direction To lead me on the lyrical path and make me learn And it did lead me to a point, that of no return.
I've realized they've become chains A habit to beat, a skill honed well Too heavy to cast away, too useful to break Here I thought it was the icing on the cake
A-A-B-B, A-B-A-B Nothing rhymes, I'll add another word, maybe Restructure my sentences, into pieces they fractured From fractured pieces, my sentences restructured
I could be more, and my works can also be More than what they sound at the end I just have to be aware that there's a time to rhyme And there's a time to make a poem
Thank you Nat Lipstadt for your comment. It is a helpful awakening. I have been forcing some of my poems to rhyme. I shouldn't. I should let it flow naturally. There's a lot of literary tools out there other than rhymes.