I was told poems mustn't rhyme
Those that do show infantile minds
A child can rhyme two with glue 
Or find a metaphor for the sky being blue

Rhymes are easy
Essence is hard
I use conventional flow
As my not-so-trump trump card

Stop. Branch out.
Find the words to reach deep down.
The soul wrencher's
The tear jerkers
The love felt on a whim 
From first sight
Unable to project true depth
Just imagery
The easy kind
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Stick to the rhymes for now
Best to do what you know how